ita, wow. Fairy tales now, the very darkest tales humans can tell. And you've taken that character who's usually just a cipher and made him the focus for once, real and reactive. I like it a lot.

And Deb, guh. Mmmm, ah. Yes. Suddenly steamy in here? Or is that just me?

Also with the "Hey, ita, that rocked."

And a drop of my own.

The Easiest Way (heart drabble)

It's not through the ribs. Common mistake, that. Without the proper tools (garden shears, hacksaw, that sort of thing) it can take ten, fifteen minutes to get through the bones.

No, it's through the stomach. A quick slice under the ribcage, and you can just slide your hand through, reach up and grab it. Pull, slice again, and bob's your uncle. Hot, juicy, and ripe from the vine.

Hold still, now.

ita, that was gorgeous, but I'm not placing the fairytale. It's a bit scary, how much I loved the damned things growing up and how hard it is for me separate them as individual stories at the half-century mark. Snow White?

edit: I meant to comment on this earlier:

Yeah, I think that only works when somebody is coming in from outside. Like in one of my fics, I have Jimmy McNulty, coming in to Gee's shift for the first time, refer to Kellerman as an "Opie-looking detective,"

erika, in one of Nicholas Blake's (the pseudonym Cecil Day-Lewis used to write the Nigel Strangeways mysteries), he uses that technique in a way that is so beyond perfect, it's mind-blowing. He's introducing a character, with a particular set of features, and he shows them through Nigel and his sculptress lover Claire's POV. But rather than describe what they both see, he has them thinking the same thing, and when the guy turns away for a minute, Claire whispers "fruit bat!" out of the corner of her mouth, and Nigel grins and nods.

And that's as masterly a piece of "show" as I've ever come across. In two sentences, we see Claire and Nigel and how easily they communicate, after long acquaintance. We see the character's face, very vividly, because those two words - fruit bat - show a particular set of features and quickness.

I love stuff like that. I strive for it.

That's the one, Deb. He brings back a boar's heart or something instead.

This one's just for fun.

Voice and Guitar

Christmas 1976, Kate and I are listening to KSAN.

"Bleah." Kate's disgusted; it's been ten straight songs by male groups. "There aren't enough women playing good hard rock and roll."

"There's Patti Smith." I'm trying to be fair-minded. "OK, she's not exactly head-bang. Debbie Harry? Have you heard Blondie?"

"That's punk. Not the same." Another male voice, screaming Stratocasters. "And don't give me Siouxsee, either."

Out of nowhere, the room fills with raunchy guitar, kidney-grinding bass, a killer voice: He's a magic man....

Our eyes widen. When the song's over, the DJ sounds smug. "That was a band called Heart..."

ita, that was chilling and lovely. And I love Deb's.

Heart Drabble

She’d wanted urgent, hot, even rough. Something to take the edge off her restlessness. He looked the part, with that five o’clock shadow, and eyes so dark she’d fallen into them without a second thought. He looked like rock ‘n’ roll, the kind of boy you didn’t bring home to mother.

But he’d given her a lush adagio, playing her everywhere, in places she never imagined would make a sound. He murmured into the hollow of her throat, words she felt rather than heard. He kissed her.

The one place she hadn’t planned to let him touch was her heart.

(dying with love over Amy's)

Damn, I love a good hot music drabble. Am I a freak, in that the more rock and roll the men were, the more likely it was my musician father would drag them off into a corner to discuss 'trane?

Oh Deb, for all my sins, I heart Heart. Annie's voice is unlike anyone else, and though some do some things better, she always yanks at my gut and spine like nobody else can.

Amy... um. 'Scuse me while I go jump in a cold shower. Again, after Deb's earlier one.

Wrod, Bev. Woo hoo! Know who the killer is.

Is it the butler? Or the first character the detective meets? Or the second victim? Or an orangutan?