That's all I've got. It's Monday.

Hee. When I'm in everything-can-be-a-topic-for-a-drabble mode, the very words "all I've got" look like they can be a topic for a drabble, in and of themselves. As well as "It's Monday".

[Edit: sort of x-post with lisa, only mine wasn't a real suggestion, just mocking the way my silly brain sometimes chooses to work]

very words "all I've got" look like they can be a topic for a drabble

Oooh! I really "all I've got". That could be interesting.

Deep breaths.

Um - that's a topic suggestion, not a comment. Something, anything, that made you take a deep breath, or catch your breath. Broad ranging but with plenty of opporetunity for lovely porn, which is always soothing to the soul.

OK, soothing to my soul.

Okay, I like all of those and have marked them for future drabbles. However, I perused some "famous quotations" websites, and I really love this one, so I'm offering it up as this week's drabble challenge (#31). Consider it less of a topic, per se, and more of a prompt -- write whatever it sets off in you:

"Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise."
-- Margaret Atwood

sort of x-post with lisa, only mine wasn't a real suggestion, just mocking the way my silly brain sometimes chooses to work

hee. Nilly, mine was a serious jokey suggestion. But I am so stoked that my brain worked anything like yours for a moment. Especially because I've been feeling extra-dumb lately. (actually, feeling a bit like that Margaret Atwood quote. hmm...maybe I should actually try to write something...)

mmm, yes, I can work with that.

"Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise." -- Margaret Atwood

Huh. I don't at the moment think there's anything in there for me at all; unlike Margaret, I am fiercely happy and proud to be an adult and don;'t want to be anything other than an adult.

Huh.

Then drabble that, Deb. Just use it as a jumping-off point.

I'll see if anything pings at all. Right now, nothing. Big solid wall of nothing.

Which means, at least, that if I ain't drabbling, I should go finish Gravekeeper.

Oh! A question: does anyone have any idea where I might look to find out exactly what make and model of vehicle the Royal Engineers in London would have used at the end of the Second World War? I suck at googling that's that highly specific.

He was about seven years old and staring at me in the deli aisle. It might have had something to do with the giant floppy green bow with white polka dots I was wearing on top of my head.

"Mommy," he whispered, "why is she wearing that?"

"Never mind," Mommy snapped, throwing me a glare as I reached past her for the mozzarella.

"But, Mommy, why? It's not Halloween!"

"Ignore her!"

When Mommy looked away, I glanced down and smiled at him. He took a deep breath. "Why are you wearing that?" he whispered.

"Because I want to."

"But you're a grown-up," he said, just as Mommy whipped around and grabbed his arm.

"So?"

His eyes slowly got big and his mouth fell open in wonder as Mommy dragged him away. I nodded and headed for frozen foods. My work was done.