Hate to follow that, but here are my thoughts about "flag"
Summer 1984
I was almost eleven, and not quite sure why I was so intrigued by the cover on the album.I knew it wasn’t just the stars and stripes. The driving beats thrilled me more than Thriller and were more fun than Girls Want to Have Fun(although I always turned that one up and sang along) I couldn’t even picture the shuttered factories and quieted smokestacks, but somehow Bruce made me care anyway.I could feel his music with my body and not just from the tight worn jeans on the cover.
Another good one, erika.
This week's prompt is
two people, one chair.
A little different, I know, but it can be interpreted a million different ways.
Thanks everyone, I hoped it would be well received.
erika that's really great.
Thanks everyone, I hoped it would be well received.
erika that's really great.
Not quite in response to the prompt:
A companion piece to the one I just posted a link to in Beep Me, because ... because you are my people and you have always shared my pain. And because I can't judge the quality of the writing; I'm too close to it.
[Content warning for child abuse and howling regret.]
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I'll be in Natter for the next few days, if anyone wants to talk.
Wow, Karl. I am so sorry.
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Old Prompt: Burn
It tastes like shit, but she disguises it immediately with a hunk of lime and a deliberate swirl of her tongue across the salt. When she does, she always makes eye contact with the cutest guy.
“Why do you drink tequila if you don’t like the flavor?”
“I like the burn,” she always replies, and the tone of her voice when she says this makes people flush and stammer.
Would they look at her the same way when that burn becomes hot lava spewing into cool porcelain?
She likes the burn. But the conflagration is turning her soul to char.
askye, what everyone else said. I first saw that one in ita's thread, and thank you for posting it there; it took my breath away.
Erika, that's a lovely call back to a much more innocent time, for me. Captures the feeling very well.
Strix, oh dear. That one I'm going to have to sit with for a while; so many of my women friends have/had complicated relationships with alcohol. I think a lot of them would wince in recognition.
Oh, definitely. I was good for that way too far into my 30s. I blame the Navy and suffering from undiagnosed bipolar disorder.
That strikes a nerve, Strix. And excellently, sparely written for best effect, as well.
Karl, oh. Thank you for allowing us to share that. I live in constant amazement at human capability--and culpability. It is lovely to see you here, though.
