Awww, mama cat and babies appear in drabble form!
How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tchya think?
Jayne ,'The Message'
The Great Write Way
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sumi - Jul 26, 2004 4:27:57 pm PDT #5894 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Liese S. - Jul 26, 2004 4:47:33 pm PDT #5895 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, and I cheated with the name to make mamacat one word! It's an uncapitalized proper noun, I swear!
And I'm still going. This one fictional! Almost. Because this happened, but not with life-altering consequences, and I sure as hell can't play my scales at 240.
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- more traveled by
With eyes closed, she runs the scales again, starting with G. She anticipates the familiar, delightful ache of the five-fret stretch at 240 bpm.
But the ache of memory doesn’t dull the pain of immediacy. She opens her eyes. Her instrument is gone. Turning away from her bandaged, mangled hand fails to make it whole again.
She remembers with bitter clarity each motion. Her hand on the frame, eyes turned away. Then the gasping, creaking sound as she shut the door on her hand and her career. The blood red on the white car door. The sound of paths diverging.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 9:46:06 pm PDT #5896 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
But the ache of memory doesn’t dull the pain of immediacy. She opens her eyes. Her instrument is gone. Turning away from her bandaged, mangled hand fails to make it whole again.
I have been there and done that (mine involved rebuilding seven of tem fingers and doing skin grafts), and boyoboyoboy, do I feel your pain. Brrr.
Two wonderful drabbles.
Gris - Jul 27, 2004 1:04:06 am PDT #5897 of 10001
Hey. New board.
We have a coffeehouse on the Caltech campus called the Red Door Café. If I don't manage to work that in somehow, I'll be very sad.
Liese S. - Jul 27, 2004 2:28:37 am PDT #5898 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
You do more than I, deb, as my injury was utterly minor. Rendering that piece more fiction than not.
But fret hand injuries sure are scary, so I extrapolated the (thankfully unnecessary) fear.
deborah grabien - Jul 27, 2004 6:51:21 am PDT #5899 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
You extrapolated well. There was desolation in that paragraph.
Liese S. - Jul 27, 2004 8:27:17 am PDT #5900 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Thank you. It's terrifying to me.
We know a fellow, a programmer by trade and musician by heart, like us. He was sitting at his pc one day and lost his hearing completely in a span of about ten minutes. A virus or something, turns out. A writer friend of mine, mother of a close friend, is going blind.
Equally terrifying to me. To lose something so inherent to the artist's sensibilities. It's not just the injury or disease. It's the fear of loss of creativity.
erikaj - Jul 27, 2004 8:57:13 am PDT #5901 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Wrod.
deborah grabien - Jul 27, 2004 9:06:40 am PDT #5902 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Liese, I actually drabbled about my own injury, in an earlier drabble challenge.
It's scary stuff. I was purely a musician at the time and my hands weren't recognisable as such.
Liese S. - Jul 27, 2004 9:12:34 am PDT #5903 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, I think I remember your other drabble. It's all so striking at such a basic level.