Oh Fay, yes. Do it. Do it. You have such voice -- your story isn't going to sound like anyone else's story.

In under the wire for the Recipe challenge
Pancakes
A young couple, both tall and blonde, still trying to find out what makes a happy family. One man, convinced by her love he’s not a freak, one woman convinced love minus alcohol might equal happiness, even without the necessary pinch of cash. She’s made pancakes, one of the five meals she knows she can duplicate, and she brings them to the table still feeling like a wife in a play. Maybe she waits for a peck; maybe sometimes in those early days she got it. Monday morning quarterback, he picks at his plate. “You used too much oil,” he explains, in the tone of a boy used to favoring himself.

“I did not...they’re just fine, you fucking baby,” When did that stop sounding fond and indulgent? Whenever that was, that was when it was really over, whatever the papers said.

“Well, you know, with my stomach..” Everybody knew about his stomach. She heads him off, because every meal is still a commitment. She can’t just throw out a plate of food. “I know they’re fine,” she bluffs, “And to prove it to you, I’ll eat them myself.”

Later that night, as she heaves, she hears him laughing. Did he also bring her crackers and lemon-lime soda? Making a story is like cooking...the things you leave out change what you make.

Monday means new drabble topic!

Challenge #142 (recipes) is now closed.

Challenge #143, because I'm feeling feisty, is Get Over It. Use it as dialogue, use it as a general theme -- whatever you will.

As always, please feel free to suggest future topics.

And a reminder -- everyone is welcome to post their drabbles to the community LJ. You definitely aren't required to, by any means. But if you want to, then please do.

I like the way that one shifts, erika. Nifty.

Pondering the new topic, with it's attendant ear worm.

Anyone want to take a look at an article I wrote about background checks and how to live through them? I have to send it in by Monday morning.

I can, Deena. Happily!

I can look at it tomorrow, Deena.

I could do, if you need another set of eyes.

Yay! thanks. I'll send it to all three of you... then I'm going to bed! Tomorrow is plenty soon enough.

The experiment to use a Wiki to write a novel is, uhm, working about as well as you would expect: [link]