Drabble time.....
Dawn Flight
She’s only ridden astride once before, when she was thirteen. She was punished for it then, and her cousins for abetting her.
Cousin Richard is here this time, too. This whole mad gallop was his idea.
“Won’t it look suspicious for me to disappear?” she’d asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to wait till next time there’s a column or a convoy going to the rear?”
“Anna, I know you too well. If you’re not gone today, you’ll confess all to the man’s colonel by nightfall.”
“Maybe I should.”
“Don’t be a fool. Beckwith wouldn’t thank you for it—he doesn’t want the scandal any more than we do.”
She concentrates on staying on the horse. It isn’t easy, and she’s glad of it. Otherwise she might have to wonder if she’s a murderer or not. And best not to think about Jack. If she’d known the night before last she’d never see him again….no. Best not to think.
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Stick a Fork in It
Haven't seen Joe since I moved to Utah two years before. Old college boyfriend, unfinished business, some decent sex if nothing else.
He dominates the dinner conversation as usual, but I'm used to that. Pizza's almost done, then it'll be back to his place and the fun part of the night.
Then: "I think Rush Limbaugh was right when he said the Feminazis--"
"Excuse me?"
I have opinions now, and they certainly clash with his. I don't stay the night. I now wait for him to achieve high public office so I can be an embarrassment from his past.
I still regret not staying the night, though. He had his uses.
connie, since I have spent the past quarter century hiding from people in order to avoid being a problem from their past - which is also why I will never write the novel about the first 25 years, even fictionalised - that last line just made me so. damned. happy.
"Just one more time and we're done, love."
"Okay."
"I know I've said that before, but this time, I mean it. One more time, and you're off the hook. Forever."
"Sure."
"Did you bring it?"
I know he thinks the smile is for him. It is, just not in any way that he'll appreciate. He never imagines the smile could be for me too. The smile deepens.
"Yes."
"C'mon. Let's go."
His eyes follow eagerly as I lean for the bag at my side. He doesn't watch my right hand, which reaches for the heavy gun on my lap.
"Sure."
It would even make me lose weight, the chance to appear at a Senate hearing as a character witness for him. "Why, yes, Senator, I was Mr. X's lover in college. I can definitely testify to his, ahem, moral character."
Heh.
ita, that's a compelling read, but I can't place what's about to happen. Is she an assassin? For some reason, I'm reading it as a sort of "La Femma Nikita" deal.
She's going to kill him to make sure it's the last time.
Last time of what is less important.
It has a nice illicit feel to it. I think what made me go all "La Femme Nikita" on it was his line about "you're off the hook".
