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Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: mariez on March 06, 2009, 04:09:43 pm ---Stuff and Nonsense
He cringed inwardly every time Alma said the words, which seemed to be at the drop of a hat to everyone she came across. Apparently, she was a fiancée and she told him that he was one, too, only with one less "e" whatever the hell that meant. He sure didn't have use for such damn fancy sounding nonsense.
And then the way she kept "practicing" her soon-to-be name on any scrap of paper within reach. "Alma del Mar," "Mrs. Alma del Mar," and even, "Mrs. Ennis del Mar."
"Don't look right," he kept thinking. "Don't look right at all."
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Marie, this is wonderful. I can image Alma writing out her married name, just as you describe. She seems like the type!
I've enjoyed your drabbles for some time now, and it seems there is no end to the pleasure one can get from reading your work. Keep it up, please! :)
mariez:
Thanks for the kind words, Marie :)
Okay, let's see if we can get something going with these rather random prompts:
* Vermont
* feminist
* bump
mariez:
It's a Small Word After All
July 1972
L.D. was off on one of his usual rants as he watched the evening news, railing against those damn hippies and those godless commies and what was the world coming to when a colored woman was running for president and everyone knew it was cause those damn feminists didn't know their place and couldn't leave well enough alone and were always trying to stir up trouble and anyone with half a brain knew there would never be a colored president anyway, and thank God for Nixon cause he'll make sure those boys don't have to fight with one hand tied behind their backs so we can finally win that war and he'll make the country proud, yes he will, and look at those damn queers running around, thank God he lived in Texas and didn't have to see any of 'em in person and …….
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gwyllion:
--- Quote from: mariez on March 20, 2009, 01:54:23 pm ---
* Vermont
* feminist
* bump
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Jitters
Using both hands, Jack yanked the patchwork quilt off the four-poster bed, exposing a sleeping Ennis to the chilly air.
“Wake up Cowboy!” he gleefully exclaimed, “It’s your wedding day!”
“Hunh?” grumbled Ennis, as he rolled over and tried to steal the covers back.
Jack held the quilt in outstretched arms and knelt on the bed, enveloping Ennis in his arms with the still warm quilt between them.
Ennis could not remember the last time that Jack woke up before him. “Actually, it’s called a ‘Civil Union,’ Rodeo,” groggily remembering why they had decided to spend a week in Vermont.
The delicious smells of breakfast wafted from the kitchen below into the open bedroom window. Bacon, eggs, freshly baked croissants, steaming coffee… Ennis tried to identify what the innkeeper would serve in the dining room downstairs. Last night, when Ennis and Jack checked in, the kindly older feminist who had made her living running the Bed and Breakfast alone in the rural vacation spot promised to help with whatever they needed for their ceremony. The Justice of the Peace would be arriving shortly after breakfast, and Jack was in a hurry to get downstairs to make sure everything was ready.
“Let’s get a move on, Ennis,” said Jack, slapping Ennis’s naked rump with a loving open palm. Ennis grabbed Jack’s hand and drew it to the bump under the quilt, closed his eyes, and moaned softly. Jack leaned closer and kissed Ennis quickly on the lips, for once in his life not wanting to stir up any passion on this nervous morning. He slowly took his hand away and instead gently held Ennis’s head in his hands, his fingers entwined in the sandy hair. “Ennis Del Mar, let’s get ourselves downstairs. There will be plenty of time for that later!”
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LauraGigs:
Hi Gwyllion!
Wow. I really like the way the rhythm of your writing captures the hurriedness and hustle of a wedding day. Great stuff! :)
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