The Piano Bench

The first time I lifted the seat, I found sheet music - Chopin, ragtime, jazz. A pair of glasses - no idea whose, since no one who lived there wore them. And the payoff: a half-full bottle of Jim Beam.

I never looked inside again. Why would I? I trusted you. You swore you'd stopped drinking.

After you came back that last time, I must have told myself not to look. Was there another bottle stashed there? Did you hide it somewhere else?

My lover, my reason for living, my beloved liar. Was there anything, ever, beyond music and booze?

Raq, that was gorgeous.

And Deb, that hits hard. As always.

Nice one, Raq.

Deb's is too spot on wrt an incident in my own life that I have been thinking about recently for me to say anything other than oof. So, oof.

Wait Room:

It’s the junk room right now, home for all the stuff with nowhere else to go. Bike and wind trainer. Step machine. Free weights. Jump rope. Two heart rate monitors.

I can remember when these were toys, a way to relax and unwind. There was even more, then, but it was active clutter, not dusty junk.

I could get there again, work through the inevitable punishment long years of slack have earned me. Not tomorrow, but eventually. Today, this room chides me with silent accusation.

“At least you aren’t in the attic,” I tell them, and go for a walk.

-t, I like that too. May I suggest a title:

"Wait Room"

Ha! That's good. (eta:And so I have edited it in)

I forgot to tell you - I really liked your take on vampire hunters. It's a perspective I hadn't thought of, and that's always fun for me.

I haven't read everybody's yet, but my eye lit on Raq's, and I just had to say, the last sentence sent a chill up my spine. The hairs on my arms stood to attention.

Whether I liked it or not is irrelevant. It worked.

Really loving all the drabbles this week. I want to mack on all of you guys, bringing the unexpected to them in such wonderful ways.

-t, I don't have a Wait Room, but I've got my Wait Shelf on the entertainment center. It mocks me everytime I pull out Buffy instead of Denise Austin.

(if anyone wants to see the guy i'm dating, his URL is up in Bitches the next 4 minutes. Totally selfish FYI for those who don't frequent Bitches,)

Awwww. Looks to be a sweetie, Erin.

Letter to Rowling tweaked, and sent. Now I wait, which is mostly what I seem to do with Big Name Blurbs, these days.

And of course, F2F has been All About Harry Potter for the last little bit, with Fay and Pete teasing madly away.

He is sweet. Yet evil. In a good way.

Hee. Okay, .

I wonder how long you'll have to wait for a yea or nay, Deb. I bet she gets a metric shitload of reqs.