What is Drabble, you ask? Drabble is best explained by our own Brigadear Sue. "Drabble are very short fics which must consist of exactly 100 words-no more or less, not counting the title if you have one." Sounds easy enough, right? Well, drabble's are harder than you would think. Below are some drabbles created by members of the Brigadears about our favorite subject, Ezra. Sue Speculation Ezra sat alone in the dim saloon, idly flipping his deck of cards. Without effort, he was able to pick out the ace of spades. A solitary symbol, alone against a sea of white. Himself? He smiled, amused at his introspection. He had always been the Ace, holding sway by himself. Attached to no one. Was that changing now? He reshuffled, sought out the Ace with thoughtless confidence, plucked out a
card. The seven of spades. His expression grew thoughtful as he contemplated the card before him. Then he returned it to the pack, continued to shuffle, his eyes distant. Letter to Mother Dear Mother: I am writing this to let you know that I've realized something. After several months of dodging bullets and getting dusty, it's dawned on me that I'm enjoying this. For once I am proud of myself.
You've tried to ruin my happiness with your selfish plans, and I'm sick of it. Do what you want with your life, but leave mine alone. I'm finally happy. That may make you miserable for some reason, but I really don't care. Kindly asking you to stick it, Ezra P.S. Lose that phony Southern accent. You're from New Jersey for God's sake! The Kiss Gentle fingers trace surprisingly soft skin, stubble tickling her fingertips. Her finger felt what her eyes saw. Arching brows, elegant forehead, thumbs smoothing gentle furrows as he frowned, her fingers lingering on eyelids covering the green jewels that sparkled with life and desire. Slipping along his straight nose she let her finger trace his soft supple lips, catching her own gasp as his tongue darted out to meet her thumb. Pulling her hand back in surprise, watching his face split by a smile, eyes sparkling with humour and more. She leaned forward and let her lips wetly meld with his. They are the seven. Seven strong men forging one destiny. A path of courage truth and justice. To all who see them they are the seven. The protectors of all they survey. Defenders of the town and each other. A united force to be reckoned with. A family with bonds that tie them tighter than blood, bonds of trust, no loyalty that families don't find. That is how they appear to the outside world. Things are not always as they appear. For one of their number is alone. To him they are not seven, merely six plus an unworthy one. Frustration Frustration evident in his every gesture, he watched as the younger man yet again shunned the companionship of his family. What more did they have to do to show him he was one of them. He would lie for them, bleed for them. Hell he would even die for them. Laying his life between his associates and death on more times then they could remember. Without a flicker of an eyelid he would offer his very being for their own, yet he would not truly give himself to the kinship they shared. What must they do to make him believe? One Kiss Abigail stared across the room at the handsome gambler as he started
another hand of poker. She had been watching him all night... imagining those soft, full lips on hers... those long slender fingers caressing her skin... (I can't stand anymore!) Moving swiftly across the saloon,
she knocked the cards out of his hand and pulled him up against her. "Abigail?" Ezra only had time to gasp out her name before her lips locked onto his, stealing his breath away with a searing kiss filled
with passion and desire. Turning back to the table, Ezra announced breathlessly. "Gentlemen... I fold." The feel of his soft, velvety lips on hers, made her body tingle, she had
wanted to kiss the handsome gambler for so long, now it was happening. She sighed as his tongue slipped past her parted lips and began to explore, their
lips pressed tightly together. Her fingers worked through his silky hair as their mouth became one, his lips massaging hers. She felt him pull away slightly, "Ezra...." He began to consume her mouth again, he loved the sweetness of her lips and the warmth of her depths. They would soon retire to his room for more. Her eyes were closed as she bit into the red, succulent fruit, feeling the juice fill her mouth. The next thing she felt was his warm, soft lips touching hers, as he took the other end of the strawberry in his mouth. Once the fruit was gone, their lips melded together in a tender, passionate kiss. She could taste the fruit on his lips and tongue, his warm breath washing over her like a gentle breeze. "Ezra...." Her words were stopped by his mouth claiming hers again, his tongue running along her lower lip, she was madly in love now. Inez wrung the water out of the cloth, then ran it over Ezra's fevered brow. She had stood by helplessly as Ezra took a bullet meant for her, as he tried to break up a fight in the saloon. Now he was feverish and she feared his bullet wound was infected. Nathan was not here, so she had to tend to him herself. Ezra began to stir, remembering what had happened and groaned in pain, he
felt someone's gentle touch on his fevered brow and opened his eyes. "Thank you Inez." "No Ezra, thank you, you saved my life today." "Any minute now," the gamber told the man that was waiting to pull the
lever. "That's what you said two minutes ago." The man smiled. "They'll be here, I know they will." Ezra turned his neck to adjust the rope wrapped around his neck. "Any minute, they'll get me out of this mess." Ezra's voice sounded confident but his mind told a different story. He was afraid they were'nt going to rescue him from the hangman's noose. He stared at the ground beneath him. A grunt caused him to turn his head. "Hey Ez, bet ya didn't think we were coming." Chris smiled at him. Second Drabble "Ignoramus." The Southern voice was calm. "Cheat." The second man retorted. "Hypocrite." Ezra replied, his body language showed an outer strength the other man didn't have. "Liar." Was all Buck could say. "Parasite." Ezra smoothly retorted. There was a slight hesitation. "Mummie's boy." Buck smiled at his offensive statement. Ezra just raised an eyebrow at him. "You my dear sir are dysentry." A chuckle came from the preacher who was watching the proceedings.
More hesitation. Thirty seconds passed. "My turn." Chris yelled. "What I . . . "Ezra beat you hands down Buck, it's my turn to play." Ezra walked down the stairs, eyes roaming the saloon for one of his fellow
peacekeepers. Finding none, the twinge of disappointment surprised him. At
the sheriff's office he found a note tacked on the door. "Ez, we need help
near Chris' shack. Hurry. JD." He saddled Chaucer and rode out there fast,
contemplating why they hadn't fetched him. He saw the horses, but heard no
gun play. He saw something burning and approached cautiously. Six friends
jumped out with the lit cake. Ezra asked, "What was the help you needed?" JD
answered, "We couldn't eat your birthday cake without you!" Shawna Acceptance
Ezra stood at the window. Thoughts of the Independence Day picnic filtered through his mind.
The joyous sound of laughter had spread across the meadow. Children played safe and carefree.
Young couples stole a kiss when they thought it would go unnoticed.
Parents pulled their little ones into reassuring embraces.
Friends shared each others company.
Ezra turned and crossed the room. He layed down, his arm drifted slowly to the empty side of the bed. He stared at the pillow as a single tear traced a path down his cheek.
Ezra closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overtake him.
Suzy
Alone
Jean
Enid
Second drabble
*Fever*
Bernadette
The two men faced each other.
Kris