Hey guys! This is my first attmepts at drabbles, and my *very* late response to the Ultimate Drabble Challenge. I figured, o, what the hey! So Here's the first week, 5 weeks late! 1. Smooth It's about the size of a small token, clear, crystaline. Many years ago, it was sharp, angular, razor-keen as the lightning strike that formed it. It is much like the man that owns it. It was one of the many small treasures he found as a child, hidden in the sand. As a child it was a curiosity, now, it symbolized him. His life tossed in an abrupt, unforseen storm. Quick, merciless, and careless, he was left sharp, easy to cut. But the tossing of the sands of time left him smooth, crystal clear. 2. Rough His uncle's hands had stories to tell. Rough times in which life and food on the table meant working with his hands, scrapping whatever he could out of the exisitence he had. Giving his all and only expecting enoughto survive. He was a good man, working an evil life, but that was all he ever knew. Even the man's aunt lacked the soft hands of a woman. She fought the elements side by side with her husband, despite everything that went wrong. They sweat, cried, and bleed together. 3. Dry Tatooine is an ungiving landscape. From the high, jagged peaks of the Wastelands, to the rolling sands of the Dune Sea, one thing is a constant. It's dry. Those on the planet scrape whatever moisture they can from the planet and the atmosphere, so as to say, "I belong. I will live. You will not stop me." But soon, all the inhabitants become like the land they live on; harsh, ungiving, dry. 4. Wrinkled Looking at his reflection in an abandoned cantina glass, the man pauses. Is that truly him? A face that tells so many secrets, has seen so many things, felt so many different emotions... It has only been a short while since he left the first time, hasn't it? All the years, all the experiences, the wrinkles tell the years. It has been too long. Though there is something familiar about that face... 5. Weathered The face follows him everywhere. He cannot avoid it. As he looks at his hands he slowly begins to realze. The scars, the lines, the wrinkles, the stories. He has faced the storm that has tossed him about, the loves, the losses, the hate, the fears, the joys, the experiences, and out he has come. With one focus in mind, one sole purpose, he carries on his life. He is a good man, stuck in an evil life, that he has to scrape his way through, so he can experience the joys. He begins to understand. He stops once more at a passing window to stare at the face he knows well. We share your face now, uncle. Tada! Hope it makes any sense. And if you can't piece together who the man is, it's Luke.