another drabble
This is daily unedited: an excavation of my subconscious + creative writing experiment. I have a 10 minute daily limit and must write whatever comes in that time.
But how did this come to be?
How did this silly, overly zealous, hugely incompetent, tubby little man of 53 years and 22 moles come to determine the fate of the world?
Mr. Harper was of course never intended to have such an outsized impact on the course of all life, but he inserted himself into the role with fitting ceremony.
Mr. Harper had seized the opportunity to practice during intermission.
Claude, I hereby proclaim you ready for incarnation. I release your Spirit!
And off Claude went, with Mr. Harper as his Guide, before the Counsel knew to stop him.
Prompt: my second drabble!
Space: sitting in bed
Mood: playful and tired, still drained from allergies