Stolen from Bakatron

[tigerpixie]

If you read this, please post a comment with a completely fictional memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want, but it has to be fake!

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

Comments

[bakatron]

Do you remember Dartmoor? It's all a bit hazy to me. I remember your red dress vividly though, that sticks out in my memory. I remember it was cold out there, I remember giving you my coat. I remember the sound of the carnival echoing out, as we walked towards that one bright patch of light in the distance.

Everything else is gone, except those words you whispered in my ear. I don't think I could ever forget that. It changed my life.

Oh, wait, I also remember the bit where you changed into a car and flew away into the orange hill, singing cabaret. Maybe the mushrooms weren't the best idea.

[tigerpixie]

Oh gods, the mushrooms...

[tigerpixie]

And that bastard Moriarty really screwed up my entire style :(

[gigolohitman]

So I'm not sure how it happened, but there we were, saving the free world again. You still managed to look good in your pinstripe suit, despite having dodged at least a hundred bullets from various enemy cells that very day. You looked at me, from across the ballroom, and I caught your eye, and knew exactly what you were thinking - the only way out now, was snowmobile.

I grabbed the laptop, we both stood up, the Ukranians started shooting, and we ran for the window...

[tigerpixie]

Thank gods we got out of there without too much damage. Though my suit had to go to the cleaners afterwards, at least we survived.

It's a shame that snowmobiles don't have a climate control option. It was a bit more than cold as we whizzed down the hillside.