The Causeway, Saturday Morning
One minute, Jeff had been on the phone with Steve. Steve had had a firm lecture in place for Jeff, something along the lines of how no normal person on Earth ever managed to be late to a high school reunion 'because she wore clogs' and how, honestly, Jeff had had a girlfriend (and how terrifying was that), he should be able to at least talk to women without telling them their hair looked as if they'd just spent the morning encased in beeswax.
Steve was still lecturing when Jeff got onto the causeway, and so Jeff stopped listening for a few seconds to look up and experience the atmospheric marzipan rain. He was back all right.
He stepped into the rain, wondering whether or not he should have brought a helmet--
--"Soon, I'll be back where I belong. I'll be back where I lost her. And then Fandom Island will know the true face... of PORN JELLY."
There was a beat.
"Oh, god," Steve said, "What did you see now?"
Jeff hung up. "I need a new producer."
[[ open to those wanting to use the causeway, and those wanting to bump into jeff ]]
Steve was still lecturing when Jeff got onto the causeway, and so Jeff stopped listening for a few seconds to look up and experience the atmospheric marzipan rain. He was back all right.
He stepped into the rain, wondering whether or not he should have brought a helmet--
--"Soon, I'll be back where I belong. I'll be back where I lost her. And then Fandom Island will know the true face... of PORN JELLY."
There was a beat.
"Oh, god," Steve said, "What did you see now?"
Jeff hung up. "I need a new producer."
[[ open to those wanting to use the causeway, and those wanting to bump into jeff ]]