Elizabeth Guilt

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October 4th: Three Left Feet and a Dead Mouse

Day four of my drabble-a-day challenge. Here is today’s drabble:


Three Left Feet and a Dead Mouse

She slammed the plastic crate down on the desk.

"Again! I'm fed up of clearing their mess out of the portals."

I flinched. "What is it this time?"

"Three feet!" She flipped the lid open. "Three left feet. And a dead mouse. All in portal one. It's not right."

"I'll call the professor..."

"And I don't want to know what's in portal two. If the prof wants to collect it, he'll need a bucket."

It was always the same after student parties. Someone would finish a crate of beer, and wonder if the teleporter really was limited to inorganic matter.


I don’t have a sensible origin story for today’s drabble. Having been sitting at a desk all day, I went for a walk this evening. Nothing glamorous, just a prowl round my local neighbourhood while trying to think of a tiny plot - and apparently failed teleportation is where it’s at today.