You're feeling cheerful today, deb.
Buffy: How was school today? Dawn: The usual. A big square building filled with boredom and despair.
Buffy: Just how I remember it.
'The Killer In Me'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Connie Neil - Mar 14, 2005 10:34:55 am PST #553 of 10001
brillig
deborah grabien - Mar 14, 2005 10:39:12 am PST #554 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oddly enough, I am.
But these sepia-toned photos bring out my Big Bad.
Heh.
Anne W. - Mar 14, 2005 10:42:19 am PST #555 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
It's always fun to torture fictional strangers.
Ginger - Mar 14, 2005 10:43:31 am PST #556 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The picture was all that was left of the fur coat, the fashionable hat and even of the square. He assumed the pigeons, or their great-grandchildren, survived. The picture lay at the bottom of a cigar box, with Cuban seals and flaking paper labels. The box also held a lead soldier, missing one leg, and a pile of letters with foreign stamps, letters asking about jobs, about visas, about connections. He dumped the pile in the barbecue grill and lit a match. The ashes swirled up to meet the ashes of the forgotten world, leaving a shining pool of lead.
deborah grabien - Mar 14, 2005 10:44:59 am PST #557 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
DAMN, Ginger.
Anne, I COMM'd you.
Connie Neil - Mar 14, 2005 10:51:41 am PST #558 of 10001
brillig
[link] Photo 3
"He's still worried we're not going to get away with it."
"Nonsense, Simone. I'm perfectly confident. Rudolph, how many times have I told you that I hate having my picture taken?"
"What are you going to do with your share, Simone?"
"Oh, Jacqueline, there's this wonderful villa in Nice, it's huge, you should see it."
"Ladies, it's never wise to spend the money before you steal it."
"Leon, you're too practical to be any fun."
"But practical is going to make us rich."
deborah grabien - Mar 14, 2005 10:52:19 am PST #559 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(giggling)
Beverly - Mar 14, 2005 10:52:54 am PST #560 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Ginger, how wonderful!
One more: Photo #8
It was a holiday weekend in the city, and the five of us were giddy at the freedom from uniforms, schedules and nuns. Judith's parents were hosting us, but we never saw them from Friday afternoon till Monday morn. It was the correct and polite-to-invisibility butler, Charles, who made our arrangements, sent the car, picked up the packages from our shopping trips, booked tickets for the show, arranged our meals, and saw us and our luggage off early Monday morning. That weekend is a blur of laughter and silliness. It's Charles who stands out, stationary in a whirlwind, black and white in a carousel of colors.
Connie Neil - Mar 14, 2005 10:53:16 am PST #561 of 10001
brillig
They're all such escapees from a 60's/70's caper movie. You expect to see George Segal wander by.
Beverly - Mar 14, 2005 11:12:04 am PST #562 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
It was dark, as were all the others on the block, door agape and windows staring, glassless. Charles stayed close as they wandered through the first floor, knowing this was dreadfully difficult, but determined to make the visit possible for her. Her foot slipped, leaving a streak in the soot and a spark of color. She bent and picked it up: a photo as they had been then, before the plague. Human, her mother, her father, her brother, warm and living.
Even fire hadn't completely washed away the old scent of blood and fear, but she was finished here. These ghosts wouldn't haunt her any more.