This explains a lot about my mother's recent behavior.

Teppy, I didn't disappoint. I'm just a sad little Chandler wannabe, but we can just add it to the brain damage, right?

Claudia loved diamonds. Loved the power of wearing them around her neck though she would tell you it was about the prismatic glint of the stones, or how tended she felt getting the expensive boxes. But would she kill to keep up her standard of gracious living?

I wasn’t sure. In a way, she was like her jewelry. One side was beautiful, and one side could cut glass. It was all in which way you looked.So far, I’d only seen the sparkling part, until she’d forgotten I was there and had tongue-lashed her assistant. But everyone had a bad day without somebody like me(and my one piece of silver jewelry) expecting her to be Eva Peron. Maybe I’d just keep my mouth shut for now.

Teppy, I didn't disappoint. I'm just a sad little Chandler wannabe, but we can just add it to the brain damage, right?

Heh. I was expecting a drabble using "ice" as a verb, as in "to kill." (Or am I mixing up my slang?)

But this one was, as always, fantastic. I love this part:

In a way, she was like her jewelry. One side was beautiful, and one side could cut glass.

Nope...that'll work. Just...the old-school one came up first. I'm off the hook like that.

the old-school one came up first.

Like I said, I dig it. No complaints whatsoever.

Freedom

The cold air bit at my cheeks, my nose, and my fingers, even through the mittens. With my hat pulled low over my forehead and my head ducked against the wind, I could barely see anything other than the surface beneath my feet. The only indication of other people besides me was the laughter and shouting from around the park. I could tune that out, though; I could lose myself in the movement, the flow. In that solitary cocoon of air and ice, snow and sun, the steady scritch, scritch, scritch of my blades said to me, “freedom, freedom, freedom.”

Sail, that's so damned cool.

Teppy? Tuesday? Topic?

Here you go....

Challenge #89 (ice) is now closed.

Challenge #90, in the spirit of the season (well, the spirit of this specific post-December 25 season), is returns.

Thanks, Deb!

I hadn't realized how long it had been since I'd written a drabble! I checked my lj and it was two months. Geez, when I get distracted, I get distracted.

This actually happened last night. Poor Nic said I was screaming, and put his bad shoulder out trying to wake me all the way up.

Nightmares About Lovers With the Same Name

Wow.

I had a recurring nightmare - the first N, leaving - but it's been awhile. Last night's was a whole new level of hell. Dante would've creamed.

Last night, it was both N's, leaving me together. How's that for abandonment? Not only were they agreeing to abandon me together, the first love's wife was waiting in the car for them.

I woke screaming, and the second love woke mostly up and held on to me, crooning while I babbled, don't go don't go I'm sorry.

See, that's the thing about these nightmares: my darlings go, but they never return.