The Hinterland Chronicles: Bilqis (Drabble #1)


Remington Typewriter I’ve been conceiving The Hinterland Chronicles for several years, probably six or more.

In January of 2011 I was off from work for two weeks as I was suffering from the excruciating pain of a pinched nerve.  If I had to wish a horrid pain on an enemy, that would be it.  I’m still traumatized.  During that time, I slept very little.  Between attacks of muscle spasms, at all times of the day and night and the steroids and the pain medications I got very little sleep.  When I did sleep I was stricken with multiple recurrent episodes of lucid dreaming and hypnogogic hallucinations.  I managed in that time to do some of what I felt to be my most crystalline writing.  That is how I felt at that time anyway.

I managed some interesting world building and character development.  Interestingly, everything I wrote regarding The Hinterland Chronicles was written in drabble form.

drabble – A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length,[1][2][3] not necessarily including the title.[4] The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.   (Wikipedia)

I recently came upon a folder with about 100 pages of drabble.  I thought I would share them.  I’ve been reviewing them and using them to guide my current work.  I thought I would share them.

THC: B – Drabble #1

“I saw you talking to that duster,” said Nguyen.

I said nothing.  Couldn’t I talk to who I please?  Did I need his permission, his approval?

“Do you use dust?” he asked confidentially, leaning in.  I could smell the garlic from his last meal.  “You can tell me.”

I stopped, the combination to my locker only half keyed in.  My heart raced and it took me a moment to understand why.

I don’t recall the moment when I reached out, taking hold of his shirt.  “When will your jealousy dry up?” I hissed hotly.

“When you admit what you are.”