Damn thing has a mind of its own.

Yeah, they never behave themselves, do they? I've always had to fight the urge to rein the story in rather than let it take its course, because almost always, the best stuff turns out to be the stuff I hadn't planned out, the stuff that appeared out of nowhere.

the sucky part is, they refuse to write themselves.

What they do is write themselves when you're not looking, and when you look, they go hide in the closet.

Um, I drabbled. I'm not a writer, but I like to read this thread, and this just popped into my head.

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“So.”

“So.”

They continued eating, mostly silent. An occasional shared look, a little smile now and then. The food was good, at the restaurant they had always wanted to be regulars at, but the staff changed too often. She wanted to have a regular table, be greeted by name, have the waitress say, “The usual?” but it never happened. They kept going there anyway.

So they sat, ate.

“Oh, did I tell you --?”

”Shh.” She whispered. “Wait. I think they’re about to break up.”

They liked each others’ company, but the conversation at the next table was irresistible.

Jesse, that's great! Love the twist at the end.

And I disagree when you say you're not a writer -- I remember something you wrote about your experience on 9/11/01, and how evocative and crisp it was.

ION, Drabblers: I'll be posting a new drabble challenge tomorrow, so if you want to drabble the 2-people-at-a-table challenge, hop to it....

Well, writing is a big part of my job, but I'm not a fiction writer, for sure. The people at the table above are me and my mom.

Oh, and thanks.

I liked it, too.

Hee hee hee. I like it.

Because I wrote another one, but forgot to save it. [link]