Look what I did!
I've done it! I actually wrote a 15 minute ficlet that a) I like and b) has potential. So read it it you like...it's very short. I think it's the beginning of a murder story or something. And for God sakes, critique it if you read it!
Fandom: Original
Rating: G (Yeah, I'm boring)
Title: Terrycloth Robe
Sunday mornings are quiet these days. He reads the paper and drinks his coffee. We've settled into domesticity. The coffee is homemade and black, so unlike the coffee shop dressing. We eat cereal, the remnants of gourmet meals left forgotten in the fridge. Hal used to read the paper in neon boxers, just to get a laugh out of me, but now his robe from our honeymoon hotel is cinched tightly around his waist. It's the only reminder of what used to be. It whispers that I used to think he was the most attractive, exciting, and charismatic man I'd ever met. Now all of it is wrapped up in his terrycloth robe, hidden away, never to be seen again.
Sunday mornings are so quiet these days. Quiet can drive people to desperate things.
ficlet word: Gourmet
Fandom: Original
Rating: G (Yeah, I'm boring)
Title: Terrycloth Robe
Sunday mornings are quiet these days. He reads the paper and drinks his coffee. We've settled into domesticity. The coffee is homemade and black, so unlike the coffee shop dressing. We eat cereal, the remnants of gourmet meals left forgotten in the fridge. Hal used to read the paper in neon boxers, just to get a laugh out of me, but now his robe from our honeymoon hotel is cinched tightly around his waist. It's the only reminder of what used to be. It whispers that I used to think he was the most attractive, exciting, and charismatic man I'd ever met. Now all of it is wrapped up in his terrycloth robe, hidden away, never to be seen again.
Sunday mornings are so quiet these days. Quiet can drive people to desperate things.
ficlet word: Gourmet