A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
With shins caked in mud, I trudged on.
Wearied past commentary.
Step by step, with enough time I could cross the whole world.
Great feats are carried by feet placed consistently one after the other.
Some may face the conundrum of two steps forward, and one step back.
Yet on the whole – should you keep moving forward – you will reach your goal.
That is the hope, the ideal, the decisive fate of absolute dedication.
Still I can't help but wonder how it feels to be as an eagle:
To soar above the muck, distanced from liars and petty people.