Overheard today, as I walked through my neighborhood --

WOMAN, standing in the shadows of her front porch, speaking to two other people: I didn't stab at him with a *knife.* I stabbed at him with the *holder* of the knife.

Well, okay then! Much better! [/wide eyes]

Which thought led me to a drabble, just a little change-up on the theme...

( It hadn't been a knife )

I'm not entirely sure where this came from. Anyway, a flash-fic (393 words) for your Friday, to be read when it's light.

( Shells )

To honor this day, a short, odd fairy tale, offered in lieu of chocolates.

A taste: This crisp, edge-of-snow night happened to be the annual Night of the Heart-Sacrifice, whereupon since the beginning of sung history, each king of the Seven Lands had sacrificed a heart -- usually of some snotty peasant, dragged from a hidey-hole in the straw to his ( Read more... )

Just a drabble, not enough for a story, which came to me this morning...
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She's got to clear out this closet, she thinks, as her hands pass slowly over the shirts and skirts and trousers and jackets. It's too full for the clothes to breathe ( Read more... )