Damn..you could barely have kittens in that time, Deb. Aimee, good one.
'Dirty Girls'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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My fingers hover over slightly parted lips. She is still now, relatively. Eyes flicker rapidly behind closed lids. Her mouth purses and she shifts position, slowly enough for me to move with her, stay looking into the strange mix of blank limpness and otherness that sleep gave her.
The breath is warm as it hits my hand, and tickles. I reach down for it, into it, holding it all where I want it, controlling it as I can't her. Her eyes open but her mouth does not. I stop the flare of her nostrils with my other hand and watch.
aimee, that was excellent, ma'am.
ita's seems to have some echoes in her tagline...
thanks deb and erika!
yeah, remind me not to go to sleep around ita.
Aimee, I just gotta say "ow" to yours. And I, too, am damn glad I sleep 1800 miles away from ita.
Four weeks come Thursday. 28 days.
Holy crap, deb. I've been reading your updates and I sit in awe.
I sent 14 to my husband. His comment: "So where's 15?"
Fucker.
But in a good way, Deb. Hee.
I have the feeling that I may start chapter 15 tonight. It's going to be tension and release - and I'm going to need to tap into some deeply buried memories to access it properly.
A friend of mine told me recently that the only way he can get to the inner shit that allows him to make music is to be drunk.
I sent 14 to my husband. His comment: "So where's 15?"A man after my own heart.