Feb 17, 2009 22:36
I was looking for one story.
(Circle of teenagers, slightly crooked and elliptical - "Ma'agol with everybody in it" - barefoot and bareheaded, they traded their Saturday morning best for the more casual.
"The rules," one says, as he shuffles the cards, "is there are no rules. Name of the game can't be named. It's up to you to determine who is what.")
Written I don't know when. I couldn't.
("Slap a jack?" laughs one girl, and knocks her hand against the floor, tips of her knuckles pounding the card in question. "Hail to the Chairwoman is more likely."
"Chairman," says the dealer. "You," he says, and points to another girl, "I heard that aside to the new player, draw two cards.")
It's somewhere, I'm sure. Because I found another.
High school-age old, and never finished. Worth perhaps going back to. Only after I finish Sixty-Four Squared (series), of course.
(Of course.)
[eta: first person narration from the younger brother's pov, i'm still playing it seems with narrators whose story it is not]
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It figures the creativity shows itself in the worst moments available. (I have a story to snail mail out.)
certain chaotic rhythm,
original fiction