Thanks for the warning, Sail. You are on fire, drabble-wise!

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Heh. It's amazing what one can do when forced to sit in a meeting that has absolutely nothing to do with what you're working on.

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Frst drabble in forever.

Parting Shot

You put me on a pedestal only to climb up and knock me off. You threw me aside for others and then begged me back, claiming they never measured up. I took it all in, thinking this was the way of love.

Until the day I left the girl behind and embraced the woman ahead. As I walked away, I noticed a doll on the ground: The blonde hair and buxom chest all molded into an ideal form. I picked it up and threw it to you.

“Here. A woman you can actually handle.”

And I walked out the door.

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Shot: a photograph at the point where city becomes river, and back again. The bridge is stage, it is medium, it is tripod. The timer is cheap because the camera is cheap and so it captures them a moment too soon. So the bridge captures solid: cobbles and arch, a light post. And they capture motion. They are a blur, a single form, moving quickly together, to that coming together that will be the first photograph, the one that will begin the rest. It has so much weight on it, this photograph. They think they will think of it for years to come as The Photo. And in it, they will be moving towards each other. Then they will stop and smile, as you do when you first meet someone and take a photo with them. They will clutch hands briefly, and begin to walk back to retrieve the camera. Their fingers, which will rejoin again and again, are, briefly, with the air around them vibrant and blurred, parting.

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Ooooohhhhh.

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For The Parting Shot challenge:

A Tender Moment

"Honey, you seem awfully tired this morning. You told me last week that today was the big meeting. Will you be able to sell your proposal to top management?"

"No problem, love of my life. You know how hard I worked preparing the presentation. I can tackle any questions or objections. Tired? I'm showered, shaven, breakfasted, caffeinated, and hydrated. I even have a twenty minute walk in fresh air to get to work. Everything that can keep a man alert has been done."

"Except getting more than three hours sleep instead of playing Evercrack. Good luck at work today, sweetheart."

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Grown Up:

You turn up the volume on the television as I fire back in this silly unemotional debate we're having. I stop, stunned mid-sentence as the volume drowns me out and you render me invisible, irrelevant. The last of childhood's scales fall from my eyes and now you have to earn what was once freely and worshipfully given: my respect.

I guess you got your parting shot, but its mark wasn't what you intended.

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"this silly unemotional"

Was the "un" intended?

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Yup. Very deliberately so.

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Ok, sorry. In that case I don't really get it.

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