Oy Deborah - ~ma for your friend
My food is problematic.
River ,'The Message'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Typo Boy - Sep 27, 2006 8:53:30 am PDT #8382 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
ChiKat - Sep 27, 2006 9:14:46 am PDT #8383 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, deb. All kinds of ~ma to your friend and to those who love her.
Ailleann - Sep 27, 2006 9:37:14 am PDT #8384 of 10001
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Much peace and ~ma for your friend, Deb.
SailAweigh - Sep 27, 2006 11:22:16 am PDT #8385 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Much ~ma for your friend, Deb.
SailAweigh - Sep 27, 2006 1:23:02 pm PDT #8386 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Mother
The hair is stiff; it prickles against my hand as I run it up and down her arm. She’s so still, it’s inhuman. I want to touch her face, kiss her, hug her, tell her one more time that I love her. But I am afraid. Afraid that if my touch wakes her, it won’t be her waking up. Afraid that if I if I touch her, the touches, the caresses will turn into digging. Digging into her skin, her muscle to find her. She’s gone and all I see in front of me is a dead piece of meat.
Beverly - Sep 27, 2006 1:25:35 pm PDT #8387 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oof, Sail. That's a gut punch.
Aims - Sep 27, 2006 1:26:51 pm PDT #8388 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oh Sail.
Connie Neil - Sep 27, 2006 1:38:02 pm PDT #8389 of 10001
brillig
Gleep, Sail.
I couldn't touch my father. I didn't want to feel the cold. Maybe I was afraid he'd twitch. All I knew was that I was utterly willing to throw an absolute fit if someone told me to kiss him good-bye.
SailAweigh - Sep 27, 2006 1:42:03 pm PDT #8390 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I was thinking today that I really wished I had kissed my mother one more time. And this drabble is exactly why I didn't. I knew damn well if I touched her one more time I would never want to let her go. So, fear, it holds us back, but sometimes it's good to be afraid.
Connie Neil - Sep 27, 2006 1:44:18 pm PDT #8391 of 10001
brillig
How old were you when you lost your mother, Sail? I was 19 when my father died.