That's damn good, Aimee.
'Time Bomb'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Thanks, sj.
It just popped in there.
"What just popped in there, Ray?"
Who The Hell?
Digging through “The Bag”, I pull out a very strange assortment of items. I remove it all and set it on the table. What I’m looking for has to be in here. A bottle of sunscreen for the baby. The registration for the other car. The flotsam and jetsam of being a working adult: Pens, paperclips, those binder clip things. My actual purse is buried somewhere in here. Medical cards. Plastic refrigerator letters. A grape that is more than halfway to being a raisin.
I look at everything out in the open, searching for what I’m looking for.
I’m not there.
Aimee just hit stride. Heh. Go, Empress!
edit: "NO ONE steps on a drabble in my town!" (GB Moment)
Aimee, your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier. Nice job!
Those are both wonderful, Aimee. This topic is definitely rocking.
your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier
Exactly what I was thinking. Well done.
Oh, I meant to say this yesterday (in re the vagin = noun, masculine French language gender thing):
And vagine was already taken
But vaginas are the oldest human thing in the world, those and penises. Precedence, messieurs et mesdames! Precedence!
Something about late nights alone and the White Album that kicked my ass into gear.
Don't Go Hunting What You Don't Want to Find (100 words)
No, no. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. It doesn't matter that it's electronic, that there will be no steamed envelopes or careless smudges.
Class schedules, group projects, work emergencies. No sign of her glittering prose here; everything is spare, utilitarian. Even this one: "7:30, Thursday. Behind the library. -J" Thursday. The day she couldn't meet me for dinner because "I have to work late, you know how it is." Oh.
"Babe, why are you staring the screen like that?"
Being right doesn't justify it. I run for the bathroom, not knowing which of us disgusts me more.