I wrote this yesterday, for something called The Art Garden (A Literary Magazine for the Stage). The theme we were given was "computers."


100 WORDS. EXACTLY (not including this title)

Computer chips are as large as planets, to electrons. Following my commands at near the speed of light, electrons race across those worlds, tracing patterns I recognize, and sending them through my phone line.

Somewhere else, someone else is commanding them, too. His words appear on my screen; my words appear on his.

Outside my window, it's a spring afternoon. Outside his window, it's an autumn morning. Others are here, too: some on lunch break, at supper, or restless, in the middle of the night. Yet we are together, in this moment –- in a room defined by our imaginations.

Wow.
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Helen: The link you posted to The Drabble Project (a couple of years ago) is now defunct.

Can you remember what some of the guidelines said? Did it give any more history of the drabble?