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I've just eaten the most fantastic seafood risotto that my brother-in-law made from some prawns I got from the Victoria Market yesterday. I'm full as a goog, but my god the risotto was good!
Meanwhile, drabble meme gakked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suaine. I'm hoping it'll kick-start my somewhat dormant writing skills.
Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (strictly 100 words) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, commentary! (Need inspiration!) Or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal as a reply to their comment.
ETA #1: Forgot to post me fandoms!
Sports Night
Harsh Realm
due South (F/K)
Buffy
Angel
Wilby Wonderful
ETA #2: Knowing me, my drabbles will be more than 100 words. You'll just have to deal.
Meanwhile, drabble meme gakked from
suaine. I'm hoping it'll kick-start my somewhat dormant writing skills.Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (strictly 100 words) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, commentary! (Need inspiration!) Or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal as a reply to their comment.
ETA #1: Forgot to post me fandoms!
Sports Night
Harsh Realm
due South (F/K)
Buffy
Angel
Wilby Wonderful
ETA #2: Knowing me, my drabbles will be more than 100 words. You'll just have to deal.
groggy
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*goes to bed*
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It took him two days to get there, what with the delayed flights due to weather, and a ridiculous five-hour stop-over in Des Moines.
Dana, said he was an idiot, but Natalie had just patted him only the shoulder and said, "Good luck."
Of course he wasn't counting on LA traffic, but not even that could stop him.
Finally he found himself outside a Spanish-style apartment building that looked like something out of Melrose Place.
Only half the intercom buttons were labelled, but he was pretty sure he knew which one to press.
Didn't matter anyway, because there Dan was at the gate and a minute later he was in Casey's arms, right where he belonged.
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Also, I love this line.
Finally he found himself outside a Spanish-style apartment building that looked like something out of Melrose Place.
I don't know why but I really like it. It's an easy-to-understand description and it just fits so well with Dan -- and with Casey that he'd use that TV show to describe it.
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Thank you much! :-)
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There was a rattle and a crash and it was only Dan's hand on his arm that stopped Casey from leaping to his feet and going to investigate.
"I just thought I'd-"
"Leave it," Dan cut in, his fingers digging into Casey's wrist.
Casey shot him a look, but stayed where he was in the couch.
A minute later Charlie stuck is head through the kitchen door and said, "Come and get it!"
"At last," Dan said heading toward the kitchen. "What's for dinner? I'm starved."
"Spaghetti," Charlie said proudly. He gestured at a table loaded with food.
It took Casey a full five minutes to stop smiling so he could eat.
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Inga didn't do flashy. She didn’t do loud. When their marriage ended, Michael came home one day to find her half of the closet empty and her wedding ring on the hall stand.
Her next step was to freeze him out of her life; communicating only through her lawyer; refusing to tell him where she was staying; changing the number on her cell phone.
But Michael had other ideas, and when she pushed, he pushed back just as hard.
"You can't keep doing this," she said when he refused to signed the papers authorising the sale of their apartment unless she met him for lunch. "What's the point of it all?"
"What was the point of our marriage?" he demanded to know.
"There wasn't any, in the end," She replied with the hollow bitterness of truth.
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*makes puppy dog eyes*
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The coffee was black and bitter. The nurse hadn't told him if there was milk and sugar to be had.
From his position at the end of the hall, Buddy could see the mostly open door leading into his mother's room. He could just make out the foot of her bed and the bunch of flowers sent by her friends from the Women's Guild.
He took another sip of the coffee, swallowing quickly to get the taste out of his mouth. He needed a cigarette. He needed to get back to work. He needed Carol to remember that she didn’t have to try and be everything to everyone and to just be his wife again. He needed…
"Mr French?"
He blinked at the nurse. "Yeah?"
"The doctor thinks you should go back in there. It won't be much longer."
"Oh. Okay."
Buddy tossed back the remaining coffee and threw the paper cup away.
He needed not to watch his mother die.
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