Sitting at the supper table with my brother
Laughing ’til we can’t breathe
Thirty years
Thousands of miles
Some things never change
So, this guy I’m following on twitter started a site for “micro-tales of ash-cloud intrigue, romance, adventure, and/or ennui.” (an impromtu site arising from the Icelandic volcano disaster). Really neat idea! Very interesting to see the variety of things people come up with – and a great (volcanic?) fire under my butt to try and knock off a Really Short Story.
Fun challenge, it was great to flex my uncoordinated fiction muscles. Here’s what I came up with:
http://ashcloudtales.tumblr.com/post/537297682/an-unexpected-romance
(and Mom, it’s erotic, but there’s no sex, I swear!!!)
“It’s getting weirder,” my mother said about my web site the other day; one of my best critics, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she really thinks. Well, brace yourself mama, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’ve started writing erotica (as a very legitimate exercise in writing development, I swear!). And no, I am NOT going to post it on the internet, you’re gonna have to go to a bookstore and buy this stuff the old fashioned way. The thing is, I think writing erotica may actually ruin my sex life. Continue reading
Ya know,
I’d write a love poem
to my morning coffee…
Except I don’t think
it would have a lot of words
Just some happy hummy noises
and the occasional sigh…
* * * * *
I found some words, 17 sylables of them:
This coffee, in bed.
Nothing but skin between me
and the sheets. Sublime.
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