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Daily Drabble Round-up for Day 56 of the 100 Drabbles Of Summer (6/23/2010)

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[latenite_snacks]

7 - Sloth
“She ain't got no gumption,” my mother said. “Never worked a day in'er life.”

I tapped my cigarette on the side of the balcony. Loose ashes fell slowly and disappeared on the wet ground.

“I never thought she'd amount to nothin'. She ain't never worked. Never a smart one. Barely made it through school. Probably cheated to do it. Still gettin' bad grades. Too lazy to cheat right.”

Though she wasn't lying, I couldn't help but wish my mother weren't too lazy to shut the window before discussing my shortcomings with whomever was on the other end of the line.

[latenite_snacks]

8 - Greed
My wife has never been greedy. She was happy dressing our kids in hand-me-downs and finding creative ways to use whatever meat was on sale. As the sole provider, I should have loved that about her. I didn't.

I wanted a new car every three years. I wanted steak in my gut and designer clothes on my back.

But more than actually wanting those material things, I wanted my wife to want them. I wanted her to believe she deserved them and that I could provide them for her. I wanted to not be alone in my greed.

[latenite_snacks]

9 - Lust
I don't recall our first kiss but I could describe in great detail the first time he touched me; I mean really touched me. He didn't waste his time undressing me. Just lifted my skirt, wedged his knee between my trembling legs and roughly seized what he knew was already his.

Years later, after I'd grown to hate him and had married my true love, there were moments during my husband's slow, tender lovemaking when all I wanted was for him to take me; to need me; to own me.

For me, lust has always contained an element of violence.

Prompt for summer drabbles: 30, 24

[lawyer_frank]

Muse: Frank McGinnis
Title: 30. Stitches

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There’s a faint scar on the bridge of Frank’s nose from where the stitches had been. He runs his finger along the line, remembering the day when Wes punched him.

He doesn’t even remember what that particular punch was about, but it didn’t matter. He had done a number of horrible things against both Wes and Aidan. It wasn’t the first punch that he received from them and he’s sure that it won’t be the last.

He hopes that his faults will be forgiven by them. Even if they do, however, he’s sure that none of them will ever forget.

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Muse: Frank McGinnis and Aidan Janson
Title: 24: Shore “What the hell is wrong with you, Frank?” Aidan asks, disappointment written on his face

#61 – Picture of fruit salad (3 of 100)

[amour_indien]

I catch the scent of her strawberry shampoo wafting on the wind. I visualize her chestnut hair floating in the air current. The blooms of exertion on her cheeks that are the color of ripe raspberries. We’re drawing closer together like magnets that have been separated until this one explosive moment. Her lips taste of oranges, tangy and acidic. She sets my senses on fire with her very existence.

Her image starts to flicker as she pulls away. I struggle futilely to hold onto her sunlight.

I wake up, cold and alone. The taste of oranges plays on my lips.