Wonderful drabble, Teppy.
You know, it's funny. We went to war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive.
Tracy ,'The Message'
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sj - Jul 26, 2004 11:56:41 am PDT #5873 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erikaj - Jul 26, 2004 12:16:17 pm PDT #5874 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod...I was just glooming up natter, or I'dve said so earlier.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 12:34:26 pm PDT #5875 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
For Teppy. 100 words precisely.
1970 San Francisco: Backstage
He's got the gyrate thing going on, red leather pants, the tops of his hipbones showing. His hair's moving all over the place. His voice is whiskey and gravel.
"Before you slip into unconsciousness..."
I'm backstage, watching, bemused. I'm there with the other act on the Fillmore poster, local San Francisco. These LA guys, the Doors? Too much. And Morrison? He's hotter than fuck, but reptillian, too. They ought to call him Lizard King.
"...I'd like to have another kiss..."
Suddenly, I get it. Passing thought, of yanking down those leathers, seeing what he's made of.
Light my fire? Uh-huh.
Connie Neil - Jul 26, 2004 12:58:34 pm PDT #5876 of 10001
brillig
drabble
The viewing for my father at the funeral home. Two days of socially required masochism. I wander, unable to cope with my family's grief, unwilling to have my own on display.
At the end of the hallway is a sliding door. It's been closed, but now it's slightly open. The curiosity I inherited from my father sends me to look through.
Not an office. Metal table. Linoleum floor. Counters with bottles and jars. Cabinets with medical instruments.
"Can I help you?"
The voice is kind, but I blush scarlet anyway. One of the funeral directors, recognizing me as Family.
"I--was just--"
He puts his hand on the door. "If you'd like to see--"
"No!"
He hesitates,nods, and closes the door.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 1:04:06 pm PDT #5877 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Whoa. Connie, tres powerful.
Connie Neil - Jul 26, 2004 1:06:25 pm PDT #5878 of 10001
brillig
I've been having nightmares about that door for 20 years.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 1:12:01 pm PDT #5879 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
You must have really been freaked during "The Body". I'm so sorry. That's one of those horror moments and when they show up suddenly? Ugh.
Connie Neil - Jul 26, 2004 1:17:34 pm PDT #5880 of 10001
brillig
I've seen "The Body" once, finding several reasons to find out what was going on in the kitchen.
Connie Neil - Jul 26, 2004 1:20:11 pm PDT #5881 of 10001
brillig
I should have let him show me the room, it would probably have helped my long-term neuroses, but 20-year-old me was not that well-adjusted.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 1:22:06 pm PDT #5882 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.