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"I wanna know... Do you like Shakespeare?"
It was quite late at night, judging by the position of the moon in the starless St Louis sky, almost midnight. "Not many taxi cabs would be out this time of night," Mordecai Heller huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Why did I let those Cajun buffoons leave without securing a means home? May as well find the bus station, then." After receiving directions from a rather frightened young man, Mordecai headed south down Main St, until he reached the "establishment" he'd been looking for.
There were only two other people inside the room that was the St Louis bus station: the night attendant, a stick of a boy with the worst cowlick Mordecai had ever seen, and a young lady. She sat in one of three fold-out chairs, with her chin on laced fingers and her thin tail over her lap. Though, based on initial observation, all of her was thin. Mordecai noted to himself, as he entered the station and walked to the attendant, t
Moments During DroughtsIpod shuffle Challenge:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Dearest- Buddy Holly
He couldn't help but grumble as he puttered down the street. The nerve of that girl, calling him of all people. She could have walked, had one of her Chlapec hračky give her a ride, called a cab, Something. But no, she had to call him to come pick her up. He pulled up to the front of the University and wondered why he even put up with it.
Then he saw her standing there. Arms clasping her books and a fashion magazine to her petite body that trotted happily over to the truck. She flashed him a smile as she opened the passenger door and began babbling about something or other. Then he
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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