Oh, nice dcp, despite the recycling.
His office was in the basement, cinderblock walls painted shiny urine yellow, slick vinyl tile over uneven concrete floors. A wire hanger leftover from winter’s overcoat dangled from an overhead pipe. She was here to discuss her class load and her benefits, and despite the oppressive atmosphere, the battleship desk and the institutional chairs, he seemed knowlegeable and interested in her courses. They were chatting, relaxed, when they heard it, sharp and distinct: ping! They exchanged a glance, and continued talking. ping! Another glance, and a waiting silence. ping! With innocent eyes and a straight face he ordered, “Dive! Dive!”
Dude. Talk about killing the thread. I'm sorry, 'kay? I'll try not to do it again.
It's not you Beverly, b.org is just on snooze tonight.
I was silent, Bev, because I was trying not to snort pudding out my nose.
Beggars Can't Be Choosers
After shifting the burger bag to one hand and another smile at her benefactor, she leaned down and picked up her tip jar. Turning left, she started towards the flop in a walk/jog. The scent of warm burgers was making her mouth water; she had to get back fast.
It took her 10 minutes. She'd stuffed the donated bag inside her coat to preserve its heat. Cold food was a beggar's lot, but she didn't like to think of herself as a beggar. Beggars didn't have obligations.
Inside, she broke a burger into pieces. Coaxed him over. "Dive in, pooch."
Awww. Very sweet, Sail. How much do I love the penguin cookie jar drabbles? Thiiiiis much. And now she has a dog!
Thumbs up on chapter three from 6 year old Ashley, but Renny is "too scary because he is mean to Sam."
There's apparently a recording of her comments that I can hear later.
Jilli the Bat makes an appearance in chapter 5, the goth bats of London.
Jilli the Bat makes an appearance in chapter 5, the goth bats of London.
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ohmygoshreally! Allyson, you darling.
Oh sweet jiminy Christmas-- chapter four of Between Here & Gone (AKA the sixties story) is finally done. It only took me since, oh, I dunno... MARCH. Talk about terror, that I'd never be able to finish this chapter and talk about frustration, that I knew what I wanted it to do and where I wanted to take it and simply couldn't seem to do it.
As silly as it might sound, I feel like I can actually breathe a little easier right now. Damn, but this story's a bitch.
