Hee hee hee. I like it.

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

Jesse, that was superb. All about the impermanence.

Thanks, you guys! (Hey, this is kind of fun.)

Since I'm really trying to get back into fiction writing, I'm going to drabble too. I haven't quite gotten the lj thing figured out yet, so I thought I'd post last week's here:

She squinted against the sun, trying to read the salsa-stained menu. At the next table, two couples were building a pyramid of red-and-green cans, adding squeezed lime quarters as ornaments. Their faces were relaxed and faintly pink, glazed with sweat. His back was to the builders, his face nearly invisible in the umbrella's shade. She touched his hand to point out the construction and felt him pull, almost imperceptively, away. The waiter held his pad expectantly. She pointed as one boy stood to complete the top of the pyramid and then collapsed, laughing, into his chair. "What are they drinking?"

[x-posted with the GWW community on LJ.]

Drabble #1 is closed, but here comes challenge #2! (From now on, new challenges will be posted on Mondays; last week's was posted on Wednesday because, well, that's when I created the community.)

Your drabble challenge, should you choose to accept it, is: Place. Drabble a place -- a room, a city, a country, a corner of a backyard, a coffeehouse, a rock concert in a huge arena -- any *place.* My idea is to use the drabble to really evoke a sense of whatever place it is, through your description.

You can drabble it, as always, in any style you wish -- fiction, dialogue, poem -- anything at all, as long as you give us a good sense of place through it.

If that's too vague, please speak up. It just happens to be the idea that crawled out of my brain this morning.

Just so I'm clear on the drabbling...the only rule is no more than 100 words?

I should do this one, cause I suck at description and need the practice.

100 words exactly.

Just so I'm clear on the drabbling...the only rule is no more than 100 words?

The definition of a drabble is 100 words exactly, BUT, frankly, nobody is going to shoot you if you're under or over. I mean, going WAY over makes it no longer a drabble, but for the purposes of this specific drabble community, I'm not going to be a Word Count Policewoman.

Ginger, I loved that.

Rock and Roll Memory

In the little room behind the stage, three girls in bright lipstick are playing with the nitrous tank.

Out in the house, the place is filling up. Familiar faces: there's the earth mama, barefoot and vegan, feathers twined in her hair, ready to dance. There's the skinny dude, selling you tabs. There's the little girl with her ass-crack showing; she'll be up on her boyfriend's shoulders five minutes into the show. The air's full of pot smoke.

The roadies are busy, concentrating. Onstage, guitars sit on stands, amps are ready, and the houselights go down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome..."