Drabble #118: Efficient

[jalenstrix]

...we had a nice response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 117, with entries by redwolf and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix), and commenting love by us both as well. Hurrah! And again special labyfic love to redwolf for adding entries for many previous drabble prompts. Very fun reads!





For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:

Efficient

Who or what is efficient? Perhaps too efficient? Or needs to be more efficient? Tell us all about it. Labyfic-style, of course.




Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit for this month of 500 words. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!

Your entry should take the following format, posted as a comment on this entry:
Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble


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[jalenstrix]

Word count: 450
Drabble:

I surveyed the scene. “This is just….”

Jareth sprawled comfortably many, many feet away, his pointy Fluevog boots glittering in the sunlight. “I believe the term you’re looking for is ‘efficient’.”

“I was going to go with lazy, irresponsible, ridiculous…”

“I like my term better.”

“I’m sure you do. That doesn’t change the facts.”

“And which facts do you find so very objectionable?”

“Oh, I don’t know…how about the part where you’re letting our children run amuck with no supervision in a non-child-proofed area?”

“Feanor’s not running amuck. He’s watching over the triplets. And the babies are more in the wiggling stage.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “Feanor is a toddler. A toddler can’t watch over anything or anyone, let alone three babies.”

“Come now, give your son a little credit.”

“I’ll certainly give him more than I’ll give his father.”

“Grumpy, grumpy.”

“Please just fix this.”

“What exactly would you have me do?”

“Actually supervise all our very small children yourself?”

“A waste of my talents surely.”

“Be that as it may.” I tapped my foot against the ground meaningfully.

“There must be better uses of my energies.” His voice curled around me like a cat, velvety soft with hidden claws.

I wasn’t in the mood to be distracted. “Entirely likely. Feanor, come here! Papa wants to take you out to play!”

Feanor was at Jareth’s side faster than a speeding bullet, his little toddler arms wrapped tight around Jareth’s knees. “We go out, Papa?”

Jareth shot me a look that was three parts panic and one part murder.

I smiled sweetly back. “I’ll keep an eye on the wigglers. You and Feanor go have quality time.”

Feanor shrieked with joy. “Kwal-tee time, Papa!”

Jareth’s eyes narrowed at me as he laid his hand on Feanor’s head. “Your ways are ways of deviousness and I’ll get you for this.”

“Three versus one? I think you’re getting the better end of the deal.”

“The one is a toddler with reserves of energy that are truly terrifying.”

“He’s your son. What did you expect?”

“Papa no want go with me?” Feanor’s voice broke through our sparring, small and uncertain.

Jareth froze, and then swept Feanor into his arms as he stood and turned to the door. “Not at all, my boy. You and I are going to go have some wonderful fun outside. Messy fun. Extremely messy. Where we make messes of unusual size.”

Feanor’s grin was brighter than the sun over Jareth’s shoulder.

I called to him as they left. “You’re a good papa, Jareth.”

Jareth’s voice wafted back, promising dark things in shadowy places. “I expect recompense upon my return.”

“It’s good to want things. Have fun, you two!”

[redwolf]

Nice work with that manipulation, Sarah 🦊🧡