Drip – A Short Paragraph Story

There’s a leak, a trickle of drips. I try to calculate the time between each, wondering idly if there is rhythm to their falling. But it is erratic; sometimes a staccato of drips, then a plop of drops, or a slow slithery splat. Suddenly the curtain of approaching rain reaches my house, drumming on the iron roof it sounds like I imagine gravel in a blender does. Just as quickly the spring squall passes, and I focus again on the leak. My child has a cold, I find them a clean hanky.

13 thoughts on “Drip – A Short Paragraph Story

  1. superwifeandmummy 10/09/2017 / 8:53 pm

    I love everything single word of this. And that is rare. I can’t even put my finger on exactly what I love. But it’s fantastic X

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    • Claudette 11/09/2017 / 8:36 pm

      Oh, wow, thanks you very, very much. That’s a fantastic thing to say. And I understand, sometimes I don’t know why I like what I write either – and I wrote it 🙂

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      • superwifeandmummy 11/09/2017 / 9:26 pm

        My pleasure!
        And…I completely get what you’re saying! 😂😂

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  2. lindywhitton 10/09/2017 / 9:50 pm

    Oh yes-it’s satisfyingly good! Such a wonderful string of words and the ending so prosaic, yet poetic. This is one to cherish on those days when the words don’t come so easily. Not to say this did come easily- just that they fit together so well they give the illusion of ease.

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    • Claudette 11/09/2017 / 8:38 pm

      Um, well, actually this one did come pretty easily Lindy. The Short paragraphs are like that – think t’s cause I don’t have to keep up the same style for a very long time 😉 I’d never be able to write a whole chapter like real writers do.


  3. lindywhitton 10/09/2017 / 9:56 pm

    Reblogged this on LindyWhittonStudio and commented:
    This is a shout out for Claudette over at Ceenoa. A little disclaimer here – she’s my sister but family allegiance has no bearing here. You don’t see me directing you to my brother’s blog do you? well that would be difficult as he doesn’t actually have one- but if he did I probably wouldn’t send you there unless he wrote something as zenfully, satisfyingly readable as this short paragraph story from Claudette. Go ahead and make your day….

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    • Claudette 11/09/2017 / 8:39 pm

      And I appreciate all the lovely things you say about me muchly. Love ya Sis.


  4. Osyth 11/09/2017 / 1:40 am

    The descriptors for the drops are sublime, the end is fantastically unexpected. I love it.

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    • Claudette 11/09/2017 / 8:40 pm

      Osyth, thank you for saying something of mine is sublime – that makes my day. Glad that the end wasn’t expected, that’s the whole purpose of these little paragraph stories, so good to know it’s still working. 🙂

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    • Claudette 11/09/2017 / 8:42 pm

      Ah, thanks Brian. A little twist is a good thing – at least I think so.

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  5. skybright1 12/09/2017 / 1:31 pm

    Hmmm….how does that child feel being immortalised in a story so interestingly and unexpectedly complete?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Claudette 12/09/2017 / 6:51 pm

      No idea, “they don’t do blogs” 🙂


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