I love love love love these drabbles. Also, they hurt.

Liese, in your drabble, I love the repetition. I also love this line:

We sit on the couch, grinning uselessly. Our eyes are open, but we cannot see what you can, our future.

Tep, you so covered what happens when we confront a younger love. There is one man from my past who would reduce me to 20 in a flat second if I saw him again. I hate that he has that power.

dcp, how interesting to revisit an old home that has been reclaimed for a new use. Have we done a drabble about "coming home"? If not, Tep, could you mark that to use at some point? I also love Deb's "first reactions" suggestion.

Susan, of all the drabbles, yours hits me the hardest. I feel the same way about my own parents--that disconnect between how I still see them and how they are. Your last two lines especially hit me.

She watches the phone ring. If it's him, she'll be old. He freezes her in the headlights of his assumptions, tries to wedge her into the portrait that was a bad likeness even back then.

She'll feel old because it's so much more of a bad fit now than she was then. And because she doesn't have the childish enthusiasm and curiosity to overlook being misjudged. Whoever she is now is stiff and resentful.

She doesn't miss him. She doesn't even miss what they had, fun as it was. She misses the flexibility and the potential of fifteen years ago.

He freezes her in the headlights of his assumptions, tries to wedge her into the portrait that was a bad likeness even back then.

This line is fabulous, ita.

Kristin, it was more weird than I could really get across in 100 words, but I posted the drabble anyway. The house was originally built in about 1910, so it was already old and noisy when we lived there in the early '70s. I was in the area in June of 2003 and just meant to drive by the old house, but when I saw that it was now an office building I decided to see if I could get a tour. I don't think I would have had the courage to knock on the door if it had still been a residence. I found that the things I notice about "what makes a good house" are very different now than when I was ten.

I left out the lines about my memories of the dark dirty cellar with the evil scary boiler that fed the steam radiators in each room. The radiators are still there, but are reduced to being decorative. They use a heat pump in the winter now. All that is left of that whole section is the line about the air conditioning.

That brings up a general question for all the drabblers. Who tends to start with a few key thoughts and expand from there? Who likes to write it all out, and then prune to 100 words? Who can do both?

I almost always have to prune, though I tend to do so pretty quickly. I find the 100 word rule keeps me crisp and forces me to really figure out what's important.

I never count...obnoxious, huh?ETA: Thought of y'all as I'm sitting here researching the whole murder thing...there are a shocking number of bands named "Blunt Force Trauma" And an intern keeping a blog from an M.E.'s office whom I would invite to be in our plural marriage if it didn't look like it was an old blog.

Erika, I don't think that's obnoxious at all. I just do it because it helps me--if it doesn't help you, then I wouldn't do it either.

I'm not sure if it would help or not, Kristin. I just get as far as "Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges." And that's it...it really blows my mind that I ever for one second was an apple-polisher or a grade-grubber, but I can't deny what my friend calls my Pinkie period. (Because I wrote something and wrote(blush). L&O fandom is overrun with like the Drabble Police(Ha!) And they piss me off.Munch could take 100 words to take the trash out. And another 100 to bring her home. Bad Dum pum.

Now I'm wallowing in nostalgia about that old house. I put up some pictures here.