For those of you that don’t know, a Drabble is a yarn consisting of 100 words. Here’s one I prepared earlier:
SWAMPLANDS
Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams. The nightmares had consisted of him being hunted through a swamp by the murderous spectre of Jesse, his stillborn twin. His pounding heartbeat seemed to echo through the mansion. He stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face and looked in the mirror, only to be confronted by his own ashen reflection and that of his grinning doppelganger. Jesse tightly wrapped the umbilical cord around Elvis’ throat and pulled it until Elvis breathed no more. The king is dead, long live the king, he muttered.
(C) Paul D. Brazill.
“Swamplands” was first published at Flashots way back in 2009.
Poor Elvis!