Angst, Fluff, and Inferno

[scribble_myname]

This entry is part 48 of 51 in the series 365 Challenge
Let's take the third first. Overhauling the story from inferno, aka "Dowse and Bleed," left me feeling drained and exhausted, but it's out to beta and may she not find any more structural issues that need addressing. For that matter, may I not!

On angst: I write a lot of it. I know that. I've

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Seven Days Ficlet: How Can You Pick?

[scribble_myname]

“Favorite song?” Lena asked over her shoulder.

Wesley handed her a book and gave her a lift so she could reach the top shelf of the bookcase. Whatever had possessed her to buy anything this tall? She shook her head at herself. It wasn’t until he set her back down that she realized he hadn’t answered.

“Do you like music?” she asked cautiously.

Wesley hesitated, but then nodded. “My brother plays violin.”

“Your brother plays?” She hadn’t even known he had a brother.

Wesley shrugged with a small, helpless smile. “How can you pick a favorite from a favorite person?”

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Re: Seven Days Ficlet: How Can You Pick?

[thecatisacritic]

That would be a hard choice, picking something from someone as close as a brother.

I'm glad none of my sisters do music, not that I could pick a favorite song/band, really, other than the Beatles.

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: How Can You Pick?

[scribble_myname]

Yeah. It's kind of like: Everything. On both counts.