Drabble roundup for 9/6/2010
Daily Drabble Round-up for Day 97 of the 100 Drabbles Of Summer (9/6/2010)
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And now, I shall go collapse and not think about anything as I laze about and stay home from work.
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Summer Challenge
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Sixteen years old he goes, shakin' in his shoes but determinated too. He wants to play like Jelly Roll an' Jackson. He reckons he already goin' to hell for th' other stuff, so soul for music seems a bargain.
The devil don't show.
He goes home cold and feelin' the fool alright. Just old negro stories, no lick of truth to 'em.
Thirty-four years later, it turns out the devil was just runnin' late.
Satan has cold hands.
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Pictures give a likeness an' there's vamps out there what can put a whammy on you with just that. Just a picture. Better safe 'n sorry.
Nostalgia, now, that's more complex. He stands over Richard's cooling body and looks around the loft. Five months here. First time he's lived with somebody in a long time. Even if that's all it was.
He takes his souvenirs on home.
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Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow and always the sound fascinates him. It has the same Pavlovian sorta effect on him that the sound of glasses clinking, liquor being poured, did a month ago.
Dum dum, dum dum.
Dinner has a rhythm now, and he can speed it up, bring it to crescendo that releases into his mouth glorious and red.
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Decide on your second go around that you're done with all that. Fuck the rules. Fuck the rule-makers.
You're not gonna be good enough no-how, no matter what, you're still bastard and unnamed so why the hell you wanna learn the rules of bein' second-class? Jesus.
But fate got its own ideas. Hauls him into shit, and Val too.
For Val's sake he breaks down and asks for help. For instruction. Jones says it's about goddamn time.
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Three months, she'd held out.
Three months, it had taken for the initial reaction to Porter in her living room - and her bed - to wear off. Trey Donovan was a really nice guy, but every little thing he did somehow reminded her of the boys. He had Charlie's sense of humor; Jack's hug; Levi's strength; Billy's manners... and he looked at her the way Wyatt did. She'd apologized the first night, over peanut butter and lettuce sandwiches, warning him that there was a good chance she'd slip and call him "Porter".
He simply shrugged and smiled.
She slipped six times.
12 ChastityThe thought of sharing her bed with Trey had never honestly crossed Dree's mind. Well, the memories of other nights may have snuck in there, but, generally, Dree put much effort into getting in the middle of Jeff and Hilary. Only, this wasn't Jeff; it was Trey. It did make her laugh, late at night, when she was sitting at the table and working on Celcian "stuff" - as El called it - trying not to listen to El and Trey in the other room ( ... )
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"Man," the third college boy drawled, one eye closed and listing sideways, "how'd you ever land such a hot old lady?" Dree raised an eyebrow and turned to look over her shoulder at Trey. Unfortunately, she'd leaned just enough that gravity was stronger and she started to slip. Trey, thankfully, was paying attention and hooked an arm around her waist.
"By sleepin' with her wife," he said with a slight smirk.
"Heh," her challenger breathed before falling off his stool.
"I say that's a forfeit," his friend said. Dree raised her hands as Trey cheered and kissed her.
'Oh boy...'
21 The first thing you brokeIf Trey had been phased by the kiss, he didn't let it show. Dree, however, had suddenly been thrown sideways, under a bus. Deciding that it was simply an effect of all the alcohol she'd downed, Dree tried to shake it off, but kept finding herself staring at Trey's mouth ( ... )
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