A triple dog dare and some pinky swearing had me writing this for Scribere.

Because we all need a little some thing some thing.

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( ...law and order criminal intent, a fiction )

Posted this on ff.net.
A look at Bobby when he was working narcotics. A criss cross with the events we learned about in Amends.

( criss cross )

Most times when I straighten my son’s bed I find a crumpled pair of socks under his pillow. I wonder what he must do at night to end up with socks under his pillow.

This morning is very, very cold here. I’m in his room, straightening his bed, and he dashes by me and starts rooting around under his pillow.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

“My feet are cold ( Read more... )

Title: We don't play that slop here

Written for thursday100plus.
prompt, Fast
Bobby, first person.

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I’m sitting in my one of my favorite places, enjoying a Sazerac neat. The bartender has my number, cause I’m pretty certain he stocks the rye just for me. Though tonight, I’m favoring watching the pool table over getting drunk. There’s a kid, 23 maybe ( Read more... )

Written for thursday100plus 
prompt, Light

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Christmas lights, green and red and white, sparkle on the eaves of the houses. I’m sitting in my car on a familiar street in Canarsie, like some kind of criminal casing people’s houses. I wouldn’t be surprised if a uniformed officer responded to a call from a resident and came knocking on my window.

My memories are like ( Read more... )

snagged from sipman *

Try to write within the different categories of fanfic in 10 words or less.
Law and Order, Criminal Intent, Detective Bobby Goren

Angst
I walk away, and nowadays she lets me.

Fluff
There's something in her eyes, a gentle acquiescence.

UST
She stops my brain; I stop myself from wanting her.

Bromance
A shot and a beer, every shot deserves a ( Read more... )

I’m thankful for the stuffing

And the mashed potatoes too

I’m thankful for the pumpkin pie

And yummy treats that’s true -

But mostly what I’m thankful for is having friends like you and you and you and you…

(my daughter’s grace… age 4)

Happy Thanksgiving.


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A fiction written for Thursday100plus - prompt, language.

I blame this on Sipman. I didn't have anything I felt like writing until I read her "Helping Hand" and suddenly I had this in my brain. No accounting for how my mental processes work I guess.

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( 360 )

So my son is 7. He wears his heart on his sleeve.
He's the kind of guy who smiles in his sleep and laughs all day long.

There are two little girls who live across the street. Not sisters, one lives to the right of us, the other to the left. They are 7 and 8. So, my son of course loves to play and loves to play with them.

Well - girls are mean. And ( Read more... )

I love this poem by Galway Kinnell.
It's been playing in my head all day.
I'm in love with words. Usually they are Marge Piercy's or Dorothy Parker's or Sylvia Plath... all quite different from this.

(...I can only have that awful cricket picture top my journal for so long... :)

After Making Love We Hear Footsteps

Galway Kinnell

For I can snore like a ( Read more... )