Beat me to it, too, Ailleann. Although I had one I thought might put a nice twist on it. We'll see if I take the time to actually put it down on paper to see if it works.

Go for it, Sail! You too Amy!

Good ones. I have a (not on-topic) Dr Who/Endless drabble in Fanfic. Typo Boy "Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?" May 22, 2008 7:57:23 am PDT

“It won’t work this way.”
“Why not, it…why not?”
“This is…I don’t know, the idea, it’s not visual, maybe…?”
“Okay, but, …what, are you gonna write it longhand, or…?"
“No…I don’t know, I can’t see it.”
“So…but the guy wants this …I mean, you know, we work in visuals…”
"You work in visuals. I work in ideas.”
“Oh, nice, very pretentious. But until you can communicate your ideas to an audience telepathically…”
“…heh, maybe by osmosis…”
“Shut up and…you need a pen?”
“Yeah, just…maybe a rock album?”
“…seriously?”
“Stupid?”
“Put down the beer. Get out.”

heh.

Not even close to 100 words today. Just having a little fun.

Do You Want that Supersized?

“Do you want to come visit my medium with me?” Dee asked. It took me by surprise. While she canned her own food, recycled religiously and occasionally wore tie-dye, she’d never given any indication of being into hippie-dippie crystals and whoo-whoo. This might be interesting, I thought, and agreed.

Thirty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex. Dee knocked on a door and a young man opened it. “How are you, sweetie?” She kissed his cheek and I recognized one of her sons, Jaimie, I thought.

I smiled and asked him if he was going to see Dee’s medium with us. He gave me a startled look and started laughing. Dee looked at me and blushed. “I’m sorry. Harry and I called the triplets small, medium and large at first. Brian was 5 lbs. 10 oz., Jaimie was 5 lbs. 1 oz. and Kevin was 4 lbs. 5 oz. It made it easier to identify each baby before we learned to identify them by personality.”

Well, I never said Dee was anything other than pragmatic!

Sail, hee! I was expecting someone who saw visions in the penguin cookie jar!

Ailleann, Joe, nice work. Wolfram, you too. Although I would change "her chest tightened painfully" to "her throat". Since, you know, the whole chestal area thing. Threw me for a second.

My rule? Always check for the "his eyes slid down the front of her dress" factor.

Thanks! I agree and made the change. I initially went to chest because that's where the alluded article of clothing hangs out, but throat works better with the breathing in the next sentence.

My rule? Always check for the "his eyes slid down the front of her dress" factor.

What's this?

His gaze slid down the front of her dress is fine. His disembodied eyes, however? Ew, gross.

I try to be aware of using a word or a phrase that would ordinarily be unremarkable in a way that's suddenly worthy of laugh-and-point. I had no idea you'd chosen chest because of the bra thing, deliberately. It read subconsious choice to me. If your style supports that intentional wryness, then it could work very well.

And Lee, my brane is broke, because all I'm coming up with is Medium Fella.