That Time, That Place

[hollow_voice]

I remember the final smack. It was accompanied by a popping sound, like the sound that you make when you open your mouth wide and slap your cheek. It had a hollowed quality to it. And I remember a whoosh and a blur of something as the hand came down....

It was the wrong thing to do.

My mother had been in a proper, self-induced rage, no doubt. But it

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[subtlegray]

Suffering... no matter how multiplied... is always individual. -Anne Morrow Lindberg

[autumnsshadow]

your words? another's?

you've touched me either way.

[hollow_voice]

My words. I'm glad to have touched you. Perhaps you could tell me a story of your own? Fiction mixed with truth seems to work best - at least to keep you from getting sued anyway.

[autumnsshadow]

a story from me? i've got lots of stories...what tickles your fancy?

[hollow_voice]

hmm... I'm very into childhood recollections right now. I also like stories that involve people's strange relationships with death. If you've got one, there is also the use of characters that border on the surreal or other dimensions. Your choice. I like stories.