No, I didn't remember to do this on the first. Don't judge me. I'm scattered these days.
So. Here is the challenge. Take the following song and write some sort of fic off of it in the next month. The fic can be inspired by a single line, an overall mood, whatever. It can be an epic or a drabble. Any fandom, any pairing, any rating. Whatever works for you. This is a challenge run by ME, meaning it is going to be the least structured thing EVER.
Comment below if you think you're going to play. Post your fic whenever, but on November 6th (one month!), I'll post a masterlist, and link to that post with whatever you wrote. Easy? Easy!
This month's song is Jeffrey Foucault's
Northbound 35.
Northbound 35
Through the iron hills
Under infidel skies
It's two hundred miles to drive
You won't be home
I saw an elsebound train
On the overpass
In the driving rain
Every ticket costs the same
For where you can't go
Chorus:
Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
It's the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall
So I rolled into your town
I passed the smokestacks
And the ore docks down off of Main
And the sky spun around
With her diamonds on fire
We fought all night and then we danced
In your kitchen
You were as much in my hands
As water or darkness or nothing
Can ever be held
Chorus
It's just flashes that we own
Little snapshots
Made from breath and from bone
And out on the darkling plain alone
They light up the sky
It's 51 and driving south
Ain't it funny
How things'll turn out
I never even kissed you on the mouth
When we said good-bye
Chorus