24 Days To Go

For some reason, I have decided to drabble to my advent calendar. I might explain why (ie I might make up a reason) sometime later. But in the meantime I give you RPnotslash. At exactly 100 words.

Elijah sat in the bucket.

He wasn’t quite sure why, exactly, he was sitting in the bucket, but he was fast coming to the conclusion that it was not a thoroughly comfortable experience in the least.

The world span.

He thought maybe the bucket span with him, in the way that an inflexible cylinder of plastic will do when a weight is balanced upon it which it was not designed to contain.

It was a very green bucket, and Elijah toyed with the grey handle.

Maybe that last drink, drink number something, maybe that one hadn’t been such a good idea.