September 2011
21 posts
work in progress no. 22
The night I wandered in, Mom was working. We were a payday away from being able to fill the refrigerator and I had just about enough cash for a small order of chili-cheese tater tots. Danny was there with his summer sky eyes and get-in-your-pants grin. He left his friends and slid into the bench beside me. I smacked his hand when he reached for one of my tater tots.
“Ow!” He pulled his hand back as if mortally wounded, but his eyes were laughing. He moved closer, until his thigh was pressed against mine and his breath tickled my ear. “I was just trying to get your goodies.”
“I know,” I said, through a mouth of chili-cheese. “But you weren’t invited.”
“What do I need to do to get an invitation?”
Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.
I found this extremely funny…. #NewWaysToDebate
That moment when you HAVE TO wake up from a wonderful sleep and you’re cranky as hell.
When someone tries to talk to you:
When someone bumps into you:
When someone asks you to do something:
When you drop something:
“If one day I was taken away…would you wait for me to come back?”
Concerned moved across his face. “Where are you going?”
“Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else.”
“No.”
I swallowed and blinked back tears.
“I’d go after you,” he said.” —Invisible Touch by Kelly Parra
Concerned moved across his face. “Where are you going?”
“Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else.”
“No.”
I swallowed and blinked back tears.
“I’d go after you,” he said.” —Invisible Touch by Kelly Parra
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‘A kiss is the prize?’ he asked sadly. ‘Even more than giving me the rest of you? It should be the other way round, Princess. In the real world, it’s called courting. You let a lad kiss you and then you offer him more.’
‘Let me tell you something, Olivier,’ she said with tears of sorrow in her eyes, ‘this is my real world.’
” —Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta
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Near the window, Finnikin stood with both hands against the wall, his head bent over her. As always, the intimacy between them made Froi ache.
‘I promise you,’ Finnikin said. ‘I’ve already shouted at her and used a very, very reprimanding tone.’
‘I was quivering,’ the Queen said, stepping out from behind Finnikin.
” —Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta