The Famous Flower of Serving Men just arrived.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Doing the happy dance.

The Famous Flower of Serving Men just arrived. The cover is indeed gorgeous, Deb.

Hmph. Just checked Amazon to see if mine had shipped, and it's still listed as "not yet released."

Nothing wrong with that, Deb. Except possibly making my encounters look less than fateful. Huh. I know I can come up with something.

erika, how can one person's encounter be less fateful than another person's? The measure of fate is to the people involved in the encounter.

Mine shipped Saturday -- I hope to receive it tomorrow.

Third fateful encounter.

SIR Studios, San Francisco, February 1977

Recovering from the breakup.

I remember little of the past year: I wept, slept, imploded. Nothing in me wanted to be alive, or knew how hard it would be. I'm 22 and there's a hole in the universe. I've been trying to write it out of me in song.

It's me and my guitar, recording the recent history of being ripped apart. Through the fog, I realise the sound engineer is staring at me. He's a cutie: blond ponytail, blue eyes, beard.

"Want a bassplayer?" He offers a hand. "By the way, I'm Nic."

He knows, now, why I flinched at the name.

Deb, those rock. This:

He knows, now, why I flinched at the name.

especially.

Challenge #28: Fateful Encounters

Luc raised his head from an indifferent contemplation of his wine when Jean LaRoche tapped his shoulder. “May I present Sylvie Buchet? She is only lately of Avencon.”

Courtesy could not be ignored. Luc sketched a bow, accepting the woman’s cool hand. “A pleasure, milady. I am Luc DeLorme.”

“You are widowed, sir?”

“Yes, two years now.” His heart still ached with it.

“I am a widow myself, with two daughters.”

He offered his sympathy by rote, but his mind had raced ahead, to an image of his own small rose, at home alone. Soon, she would need a mother…

Nothing in me wanted to be alive, or knew how hard it would be.

I've known this place well. Those drabbles reach, Deb.

1 The Famous Flower of Serving Men

is in my grubby paw, as we type. Not a bad job getting it here by Amazon, even the .ca version.

Aha! Amy's scene-setting! Somehow, I've lost all ability to make these particular drabbles fictional; they seem to want to come out autobiographical, at least 95% of the time. See Teppy. See Teppy choose categories. See Teppy orchestrating the outlet for my midlife crisis. Memememe!

If you read FFoSM, any of you, and want to review at Amazon, whether you like the book or not? Please do so, and let me know, especially if you've either reviewed the first one or plan on reading and reviewing the third one next year and any future ones. That's the kind of post-publication feedback I treasure and use.

See Teppy. See Teppy choose categories. See Teppy orchestrating the outlet for my midlife crisis. Memememe!

Ah, but *you* suggested this particular category, my dear: deborah grabien "The Great Write Way" Sep 23, 2004 8:11:25 pm PDT