Great news, Deb!
Lilah ,'Destiny'
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Falling
The fight was the same as every fight. She didn’t mean a thing to him. I accepted it, and said sure, we’d still go on our trip.
Still silently angry, I wouldn’t take his flashlight when I left and yards away caught my foot on a root. I fell, with no grace, but with great volume. He didn’t catch me, but he did find me, a gangly heap of blood and dirt.
“Are you ok?” I wouldn’t talk, and he reached for me. I refused his hand. “Come on. Are you hurt?” On my own, I stood.
“Yes.”
Oh, Lilty. That one is lovely and hurty, too.
Makes me want to pat you lightly on one shoulder in a sisterly motion of solidarity, and send you cookies.
Cereal to say Woot indeed, Deb!
Aww, thanks, Deb. Sing it, sistah.
I've been watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tonight, and I think it's got me all thinky. This was years ago and I can't think for the life of me why it popped up.
Oh, wait, yeah I can. I was re-noticing the scar on my toe. Never mind.
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Scar on the toe? Yep, that would do it...
Damn it!
connie, I was able to salvage about two paragraphs of actual text in the middle of a lot of "plain text" code. It's very tantalising.
Want Word doc. Want now.
Yeah, I cut myself up pretty good. And I had a honker of a bruise on one arm and I had to be mostly naked in Pippin the next week and the director was fit to be tied and, ok now I'm rambling.
Maybe it's time for me to lay some of these years out on paper, because it seems like I'm going back to them a lot more of late.
Lilty, considering that my entire midlife meltdown has been both eviscerated for public consumption in the form of drabbles, and forced under my own nose to recover using the same form, I am all about the revisiting of years.
But why was I under the impression you were a youngster? From my creaking 50-year-old seat, that is?