There is one drabble that's refusing to let me write it. This is not it:
The wind tugs hard on her cloak. She doesn't consider stepping downwind out of the billowing smoke. She knows how that will look, and people are watching her just as much as they're watching the sooty flames, and they watch her with more anticipation.
The wind is a good thing. It's sharp enough against her face to steal any tears, and has frozen her expression suitably grim.
She fears returning to the peace of her own room, where her façade of appropriateness will collapse, so for now she stands and faces the pyre silently, her mother's ash stinging her eyes.
Based on recent (but not today or last night, luckily) experiences of drunk ~ dead. Plus, religion, always good to poke fun at. Good-naturedly, of course
t drabble
Lazarus groaned in pain, and slowly opened one eye to the glaring sunlight. Great. He must have passed out on the ground again. With one mother of a hangover, too. He seriously needed to stop drinking wine.
Ouch. Oh man, his head hurt. He took another look around, and blearily wondered why he had attracted such a large crowd. Hadn't they seen a drunk before? Hell, hadn't they seen HIM drunk before?
Wait a sec... was that... Jesus? His old pal Jesus? What the hell was he doing here?
"Jesus? Is that... you? What's...?"
"Dude... you so don't wanna know."
Hee hee, NC.
Also, ita: Dude. I like it.
Anybody who's interested in my current project can read part of it at [link]
Be reasonably kind and don't steal the parts you like, is all I ask. :)
Whoa. Lazarus!
ita, that made me smell smoke.
erika, I commented in your lj.
Speaking of which, there's a livejournal party at BayCon today. I have no idea if I'll know a single person there.
Thanks...I still feel that I've come close to something without really hitting it yet.
I agree - you haven't quite hit it. It's close, though. I think there's going to be a moment, a point at which the woman in your head/the woman in the chair/the you that's out there dancing and seducing hot men all collide and then? Well. You'll hit it, whang in the gold.
Anyone feel like beta-ing a rough draft of a synopsis? It's 6 doublespaced Courier 12 pages.
Susan, still need a beta? I just got home, and happy to oblige.