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!

New drabble topic!

Challenge #86 (lost and found) is now closed.

Challenge #87 is a "scene" drabble (along the lines of "two people, seated across from each other at a table"): two people, running.

No Logan's Run jokes, for the love of all that's holy....

On a roll! Sweet! Where was this when I was trying to do NaNoWriMo... It's not really a "scene," I guess, but this is what came out when I thought of running.

“Why does everything have to change?”

She trips on his words. Three months ago he was saying “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t handle it. You’ll feel better if you go.”

They had run together forever, rhythm blending like two heartbeats. But he always pulled ahead, too fast for her, chasing dreams that were never enough. Then he’d fall back, pulling her back to the rhythm every time.

He’s falling again, yearning to resonate. But her pace is different, lonely and steady. Their steps only echo past roads, not new paths.

She can’t answer. She’s running for her life.