another challenge drabble.
Dress, 1972
"Almost done."
The girl tucks coffee-brown lace into intricate darts. The dress once rustled around the ankles of an early Edwardian lady. Today, the sempstress at Open Thursday in Sausalito is remaking it on me, for me. It's a present from N.
"I love the buttons." He does, too. I can vouch for how much he likes undoing them. "Let's have a look."
We stand side by side in front of the mirror. "Gordon Bennett," he grins. "You look so prim."
I think about later, him undoing all those buttons, and I shiver. "Prim"? That's not the word I'd choose.
Go, Allyson! And thank God for Buffistas, where I can hear stuff like that, and not think "Damn. I'm a better writer than *that* bitch!"
Aw, you're safe in saying that, still.
C'mon. You know you wanna!
That's excellent news, Allyson! Congratulations!
Allyson, that's fantastic news! Go you! At last, the world will get to read about the Vampire People, and that's a good thing! Yaaay!
No, Allyson. I think you write very well. And I think it'll be a great book. Are Nilly and I and the crazy man still in it?
It's so good to have confirmation of that strange power I've got. To bring the psychos into the yard.
So, probably Spring 2007, and I need to give them another 30,000 words, soon.
What if I have no more words? Words gone.
And i suppose I need to have a spiffy picture taken.
Mostly? I'd like a nap.
They want another 30,000 words on this one? Kewl. Do you know what you want to start with? Do you need a confab?
