Teppy, you are too cruel -- I'm in pain from the laughter.

drabble: lost and found 2

The lot next to the gas station was empty except for a scattering of litter around an old tree stump.

While Dad filled the tank, I ran there and back and round again, stretching eight-year-old legs cramped by hours sitting in the car, trying not to think about all the miles yet to go before we got home.

One piece of trash caught my eye--a square corner, green printing, and a numeral.

Hey, it's a dollar. Wait...it's a TEN!

"Dad! Dad! Look what I found!" After a furtive look around, I showed him my treasure. "Can I keep it?"

Oh, nice one!

Belated congratulations to Allyson and Kristen! It's so nice to see folks moving onward and upward.

I had a drabble. Unfortunately, it's sitting on the hard drive of a computer at work that doesn't have e-mail on it. I meant to copy it onto a disk so I could send it to myself, but I got busy and forgot. Dang. Hopefully, I can slink in with it before Teppy closes out the topic on Monday.

And it's a good thing I reread that before I posted or there would have been a good oops to add to Tep's NaNoisms. I still like the one that said, "suddenly there was a loud boob." Hee.

Thanks, deb. It's a memory that still makes me laugh. I wrote three variations trying to get it down to drabble size, then had a terrible time choosing which one to post. I finally picked that one because it is closest to how I tell the story in person.

I was shopping on Saturday and saw this Jane Austen Action Figure and had this immediate urge to buy it. . . but then realized that there are probably far too many buffista writer types who might want one.

The store I was at also had Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare and Benjamin Franklin action figures.

Sneaky sneaky, lost and found, beware the porn...

She remembered the power of touch, of human contact. Once there were moments of warmth, of desire, but one by one they were lost to the wind like dust. Her need, sharp and sparkling, had been worn and faded from the passage of time. Lost to her, piece by piece.

His fingers trailing down her arm were a shock, like raindrops on parched earth. His kisses were the storm, sudden and insistent, and his touch drenched her with desire. She clung to him, finding herself again at twined fingers, pressed lips, skin on skin. She came, and she came back.

this Jane Austen Action Figure

Oooh, must have!

She came, and she came back.

That's a gorgeous, gorgeous line.

Porny and poignant, nice combo!