I'm thinking about trying one in which violence isn't the underlying theme. But broken glass is a metaphor for violence in so many ways....
Tep, that was damned cool. This category is making for some scary stuff.
Mal: Which one you figure tracked us? Zoe: The ugly one, sir. Mal: Could you be more specific?
'Out Of Gas'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Jun 30, 2004 7:59:02 pm PDT #5521 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - Jun 30, 2004 8:22:04 pm PDT #5522 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
In fact:
Weekend in Cap Ferrat
Warmth, salt coming in on the breeze off the Mediterranean. Ella Fitzgerald croons from the radio; they love her, here in France.
He circles your waist, the two of you swaying. Out toward Africa, the moon is gibbous, white, engorged. The villa he rented for this illicit weekend is mostly unfurnished. You don't mind, really; it means more room to dance.
He dips you to the music suddenly, his lips against your throat. The wineglass slips through your fingers, chattering to prismatic sharpness on the stone floor.
You ignore it, just keep dancing, grinding glass into powder under high heels.
Beverly - Jun 30, 2004 8:30:25 pm PDT #5523 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh, swoon.
sj - Jun 30, 2004 8:34:01 pm PDT #5524 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Seconding that swoon. Just lovely, Deb.
deborah grabien - Jun 30, 2004 8:48:05 pm PDT #5525 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Thankee, mesdames.
I need to get my ass back to Europe. My memories are beginning to take on a very odd sheen, which probably means I'm missing something. Waking up in Villefranche or Cap Ferrat would probably do it.
Nic, alas, doesn't dance. But he's perfectly willing to rent me the damned villa and watch me dance alone.
deborah grabien - Jul 01, 2004 7:27:27 am PDT #5526 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
A cartoon that ought to ring a lot of bells....
Steph L. - Jul 01, 2004 7:54:29 am PDT #5527 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
::snerk:: It even has broken glass!
Writer's Block
Claudia's husband stopped at the steps to the front porch, one foot on the bottom step. The window to the study was shattered from inside the house, littering the porch with shards of glass. In the middle of the debris was Claudia's old manual typewriter (even in this age of high-speed computer processors, she was dedicated to her Underwood), ribbon trailing out of it like a streamer.
"Well, looks like Claudia's decided to stop writing again," he thought, as he carefully stepped around the carnage on his way into the house.
deborah grabien - Jul 01, 2004 7:56:51 am PDT #5528 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
BWAHAHAHAHA!
(wiping streaming eyes)
Teppy! You've been inspired!
Steph L. - Jul 01, 2004 7:58:30 am PDT #5529 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
It was meant to be -- it dovetails so nicely with this week's drabble theme!
§ ita § - Jul 01, 2004 8:53:25 am PDT #5530 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Happy glass:
She pauses just inside the emptied room, the faded noise still echoing in her ears. The janitor looks up and shakes his head at her, age judging the exuberance of youth.
Her laugh isn't quiet enough, and he pointedly returns to his cleaning, sweeping up the shards that had escaped the bag along with food, paper, ribbons and other detritus of the festivities.
"There you are, silly."
He's standing very close as she turns, face alight.
"Come on. The plane won't wait for us."
She gathers her train in one hand, and his arm in her other.
"Yeah. Let's go."