BWAH!

Thanks, Deb. It's an odd picture to get stuck in your brain on the drive to work.

One more:

Dawn wasn't sure where the DVD player had come from, or who'd hooked it up. She suspected a conspiracy of silence between Spike and Willow, although the two rarely spoke when not patrolling.

Spike always watched horror movies, gaining a brief relaxation when the heroine survived to the end. Willow and Xander watched 80s teen movies in together, but isolated. Tara would hold Willow sometimes, as they sat, but Anya just stared at Xander burying himself in the fiction.

Dawn didn't use it. No one had yet made a movie for forgetting your sister had killed herself in your place.

Jeez. OK, I give. What's the drabble form this time? 100 words and a movie?

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, running the film behind her eyes.

A week ago, a month ago, an endless fathomless moment ago, she had watched this with Tara. They'd both liked the film better than the book, oddly enough; the book, while wonderful, had been written by a man. The film - Sarandon's red curls and cello, Cher's screw-you do-me attacks of conscience, Feiffer's warmth and porcelain elegance - was all about the women. And watching them destroy Nicholson, that exquisite coven? She'd held Tara's hand, the two of them howling with laughter.

But their movie was over.

Jeez. OK, I give.

Whoo! You're such a pushover.

In the best of ways. I love how sad one can get with 100 words, and I love how sad you got.

I don't think you can post anonymously to this drabble, but I can post it for you, with appropriate disclaiming, if you like.

Yes please. Does it need any edits, though? I haven't looked at it at all except to count words.

It's Pfeiffer not Feiffer, but other than that, I'd not change a thing.

Um - how does one not be anonymous for this stuff? Do I need an account or something? It all looked very daunting, and I don't want to actually keep a live journal; I've got enough to write as it is.

You can set up an account. I have one that I use for the flotsam and jetsam of my actual life, and one that I use for fic only, so I can keep the drabbles in one place (I post them all there before I post to the challenge sites).

You could use it for just posting to challenges -- give me a shout and I'll send you a code.

Consider this a shout, sweetie.

Insent.