When he lowered the tray in front of him, Bob found a note: “Sorry about what my baby did to your seat on the previous flight.”
Month: March 2013
Quotable 144
Writing is like sex; everyone thinks they can do it, but most people aren’t willing to devote the time and effort to be really amazing at it.
– Laurell K. Hamilton
haiku 256
thinking as I shop
“I could get that for her” –
old habits…
Catsignal is five today!
Hooray! Catsignal is old enough to go to kindergarten. Celebrate by perusing the archives. Any story or haiku or article you haven’t read is a new one.
The excellent photo comes from GerrySnaps’ flickr photostream.
#quikfic 43
“And what is the worst sin?” the revivalist shouted. A voice replied, “You foolin’ around with my sister behind this here tent!”
Quotable 143
Decent grammar and punctuation isn’t that hard to master so if you can’t be bothered agents, publishers and other writers will be inclined to think you don’t care very much about writing after all.
– Alexia Casale
haiku 255
late at night
I look for intruders –
just wind, this time
#quikfic 42
“You and your sweet tooth!” Mrs. Dracula raged at her husband. “You and your hard candy! Now you’ve gone and broken a fang!”
Fiction: Fifty Percent
They were alone in his home after the usual friends had gone. She stood by the bedroom door, a little smile playing on her lips. He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Sex,” he told her. After a pause to test his courage, he plunged onward. “And love.”
Her smile slipped a little. “How about one out of two?”
His head dipped slightly, and he went for broke. “We don’t have to have sex.”
Her smile returned, but it was blighted by the sweet sadness in her eyes. She drew him to her and hugged him. “Oh, Honey.” She held him quietly for a moment or two, acknowledging his need even as she denied it. She whispered in his ear. “Let’s go in here and make each other feel really good, huh?”
He nodded his head against hers. They went into the bedroom and did many gentle and energetic and passionate things together.
He awoke in the morning just as she was about to walk out the door.
“Hey,” his scratchy voice said.
“Oh, hey.” She smiled. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got to be in the office early today. See you later?”
“Hope so.”
She bent over the bed and gave him a quick, friendly peck. “Bye.”
“Bye.” And he heard the front door close and her car leave.
He smiled, remembering all they had done together. Then, remembering what she did not – apparently could not – give him, he embraced her pillow, tighter and tighter, trying to soothe the abraded, agonized place inside him that cried out for more.
Quotable 142
Your characters can be loveable, or they can be evil, but they’d better be compelling.
– Po Bronson