<p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, for the first of March, 2026, and I'm Elizabeth Guilt.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Your one-hundred word story for the day is: Not Again</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">---</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mason wakes up, a familiar pounding in his head. Not again. They'd only had six weeks this time. He looks wearily over the furnishings. 1800s. Probably Britain. He creeps through the house, finds clothes that mean he won't stand out, takes a couple of things to pawn, and heads out to look for Alex.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">They've got systems, but without internet it's difficult. Alex hasn't left messages in any of the usual places. It takes months.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Finally, Mason finds a run-down boarding-house in Bognor.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">"Alex!"</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">"What? Who're you?"</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mason slumps. "Oh. This is one of the times when you don't remember."</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">---</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">---</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.</p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"></p><p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;">https://www.elizabethguilt.com/drabbletober/s2-mar1-bonus</p>