Friday, April 17, 2015

O is for Omen

Owen owed his overbite to his Oracle Grandmother, Ophelia. Dr. Orson, Owen's odd orthodontist, objected to the ordinary. Owen's opulent orthodontia were occupied with opals and obsidian. Olive observed Owen, obscure in his oblique oddness. He was original. He occupied her mind. She was obsessed and obliged to make an overture. He was oblivious, obtuse. So Olive offered him an objective observation. “Your originality is outstanding! Join me in an occasional offering at the ocean, won't you?” Owen ogled Olive. Olives ocular adornments were as outrageous as his orthodontics. There was a faint odor of oranges: a good omen.

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]

7 comments:

Scribbles From Jenn said...

Wow! That is a lot of O's!! Your post makes me want to try a drabble story, I think I'll start with an easier letter, like A. :D


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Jan Morrison said...

oooooooh! I love o - it is so open - as is your mind!

Keren Amaechi said...

I don't know why you come up with these drabble stories, must be a lot of work.
Good luck all the way

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Owen leads a unique life.

Stephen Tremp said...

That's a whole lotta Os!

David P. King said...

I like that oranges are a good omen, for I like oranges. :)

Helena said...

O, for some outrageous orthodontia! (Been there--I was a true metal mouth.)