Ninth fic in the last week, with another day to go. One chooses to be pleased by this, and intends to enjoy it while it lasts. And will also refuse to tell its muse to let him sleep.
Okay; this was written earlier this evening on the bus journey back to Blairgowrie from Perth. The first draft anyway, which turned out to have a 1% word miscount. Ever likely to edit as I re-write/write out again (it's a disease!) The drabble turned into part poem / part enigma / part drabble; the title into an in joke for the recipient (and
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I was thinking about the guy from Pensacola all night; him and Faith and what happened to him. It occupied my thoughts when I woke up this morning as well. At some point I had a vivid image of them talking in a coffee bar in Trillium, the fictional home of Slayer Central in Pennsylvania. This story evolved, almost in one continuous roll over the
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