More of my usual, cheering, uplifting drabbleness.
If you like pina coladas... Ok, so maybe nobody gets obsessed with *that* “Escape” but I suppose that has been one of the thoughts I come back to.”I gotta get out of here.” Even though I know the thing that holds me back the most is even more dependable in my life than the punishing orb I’d swap for fog in a New York minute. There is no escaping that, only through ecstacies of religious fervor or the sexy pessimism of teenaged death worship. I carry my own inner city around with me and there is no gentrification project; I suppose I’m better off not having yuppie families want to make my legs into condos, but at least they’d be used for something that way. What do you do when you’re born to run, and you can’t?

What do you do when you’re born to run, and you can’t?

Crikey, woman. Immediate response to that is so visceral, it hurts.

Damn, erika. That hurts.

Oh Erika. That's one powerful piece of writing.

Thanks, all. Not bad for somebody who thought she lost her mojo, I suppose.

(I know, I know...it's been ages. I'm rusty.)

Escape

The craftiest prisons disguise themselves. Alcatraz is an island in the San Francisco Bay. Guantanamo Bay is a tropical paradise. These are the jails we never suspect.

My house sat on ten acres of land in the middle of the state forest. It had a lovely curved porch with ceiling fans and a landscaped garden. The office had vaulted ceilings and four skylights; a television with Tivo and overflowing bookcases. The rooms hid their bars well.

Every night I worked at the walls of my cell in secret: one inch at a time through the glowing screen of my laptop.

Kristin, DAMN.

You all are rocking today.

erika, that last line was a gut punch. Really good.

Kristin, same with yours.

I, on the other hand, am back to writing cover copy and wanting to bang my head against my desk repeatedly.

Seeing the two very excellent drabbles posted after mine, prompts me to ask an etiquette question, of sorts. Is it okay to post silly, meaningless stuff like I did? This isn't an "I wanna play too" sort of thing, but rather an "Am I stepping in the guacamole" thing, to borrow a concept (Allyson, I think?) brought up awhile back elsewhere. Everyone posts such wonderful, personal stuff and then I let loose once in a blue moon with crap about kids playing D&D and it feels a little flippant or even callous in comparison. I mean, I know others have posted some "silly" stuff from time to time, but they mix it up with the poignant as well.

Kalshane, absolutely you can post whatever kind of drabble you'd like. I liked yours, too -- the switch to D&D made me laugh.

No rules, just writing.