Make it all right

Sep 04, 2004 02:25

She bent over and lit her Marlboro off the stove, inhaling a drag before the image of her mother came to mind. "Memories of home," she thought watching the ash glow red before she set the cylinder against the lip of the saucer she'd been using for an ashtray. The cigarette burned down against the ceramic dish scorching an amber ring into the ( Read more... )

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veuve_norie September 4 2004, 01:22:35 UTC
*covers your face with kisses*

So amazing.

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jenny_grrl September 6 2004, 13:49:56 UTC
thank you sweetheart -giggles as her face is covered in kisses, returning the smooches as she can-

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jenny_grrl September 6 2004, 13:51:14 UTC
-smiling- I know the double meaning in this and I ... really wish I were back back, but you know there's something strange that's been happening in me lately. I've been getting all of these short mental images and it's making me want to write again... there's a muse floating around somewhere close to me and she just shares a tiny taste, never enough for more than just this. Still... I miss that old feeling.

I love you so much.

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revdrmarsh September 4 2004, 06:17:47 UTC
It is funny about those tastes and smells from your childhood. Like most kids, I didn't like the taste of beer. But, I wanted to bond with my dad, so I always asked for a sip of his beer. At the time, Pabst Blue Ribbon was a popular beer. Even today, I love the first swig of Pabst Blue Ribbon. It reminds me of a happy time. There aren't many happy memories that come to mind about my father, but this is one of them.

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jenny_grrl September 6 2004, 13:53:25 UTC
-smiling- Oh my God, AGAIN! Pabst used to be my dad's beer. I can't tell you how the smell of Pabst can launch me back into those years when I'd belly up to the bar with my folks as a little child... the handfuls of change I'd get to play pinball, the bartender offering me his private stash of candy (candy little girl? -shudder-). Seriously, I was sitting here that night when I wrote this and that smell hit me... the smell of a Marlboro being lit off the burner of a stove. It's amazing what a little smell, taste, sound, etc. can bring back, you're right!

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effascinate September 4 2004, 06:24:25 UTC
i enjoyed that.
especially "His ice-blue eyes drank her in..."

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jenny_grrl September 6 2004, 13:53:40 UTC
Thanks sweetheart :)

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ex_cinnamonc461 September 4 2004, 06:58:48 UTC
Loved it!

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jenny_grrl September 6 2004, 13:53:50 UTC
Thanks hon :)

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