Oh Sail.
'Shells'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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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.
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.
How old were you when you lost your mother, Sail? I was 19 when my father died.
She died in 2002, connie, when I was 45. She would have been 83 this month.
Oh, Sail. That one hits hard.
My father would have been 87.
Much ~ma to your friend Deb. Scleroderma is an awful disease.
I've been doing some research for Afterwards (my post-NFA fic), and I decided to use Windsor as a location. So I decided to hit the net to see what might be some cool features about Windsor. Lo and behold, I find a whole lot of stuff about leylines and such. Perfect!
I am greatly impressed with my subconscious and it's ability to find the perfect thing to slot into a story. I'm not sure if I have a terrific subconscious plot hook sorting system or if I'm just lucky.
Hooray! I got my notes! It's not so bad as I thought, too.