FAY! send send send!
'Jaynestown'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
I'd love to see it if you don't mind, Fay.
Oooh. Gosh. Insent. Thank you, ladies!
Fay, back to you with a couple of questions, ma'am.
Today I write. I wish to hell Nic had installed the new ceiling fan in my office, though. It's frickin' hot.
Cheers, Deb! insent
Fay, a sizeable backflung to you, with another one coming.
I need to make a bellini, to go with my coffee. Yay, Tour de France!
Way over the word limit. More of a guideline, really.
Burning
I picked up the cat and walked away up the garden. She didn't understand things like fire, and I didn't want her to be frightened, or hurt.
"Where're you going, chicken?" he called. I turned to see him, bare except for swim trunks, bending toward the pile of branches and grass clippings interspersed with old papers needing to be destroyed. The cuttings were green, and he'd doused the shoulder-height pile with gasoline to help it along. Neither of us noticed that the breeze had died in the early evening. I saw the match strike, felt the ground shake, and felt rather than heard an almost subaudible whoomp. I saw him engulfed in a fifteen-foot fireball.
I didn't have time to register what I was seeing. The fireball was gone, the fumes consumed on the instant of flash. He turned and stepped away, threw himself down on the ground and rolled up again, ran over to me, "I'm okay, I'm okay."
I saw strips, like torn trousers, fluttering from his legs, and his scorched eyebrows. "You need to go to the ER."
"Nah, I'm fine. Pretty exciting, huh?"
No, I really don't think you are, I thought. What came out was, "Okay, but you might want to go rinse off..."
"Yeah," he grinned. "Maybe I should."
By the time I followed him to the bathroom the adrenaline had begun to wear off and he was shivering. "It's starting to hurt. I don't think I can drive." I soaked a sheet in cold water and laid it around his bare shoulders. "Get in the car."
Whoa. Definitely a primer. Always toss the match from a distance.
Major good drabble, there.
In the last month, I've compared my writing to masturbation, smoking pot, and drunk girls getting topless in NOLA. It occurs to me I may not yet respect my skills.
New drabble topic!
Challenge #67 (fire) is now closed.
Challenge #68 -- and I swear I thought we already did this topic, but I checked the topic history, and we haven't -- is cooking. (Hi, Deb!)
Administrative note: there haven't been many drabbles lately, and I'm wondering -- do we need a break? Is it just summer putting people in a vacation state of mind? How about the topics themselves? Maybe they're getting stale. *Please* suggest future topics, because I might be stuck firmly in a rut. Suggest any and every topic you like, please.