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[lunabee34]

I have gone completely cross-eyed and simply cannot write any more of my column that's due on Monday.

And yet, every night this week as I lay down to sleep, I have coughed and coughed and coughed until I kinda think my esophagus is eroded. These are not the abs of steel I wanted! So, not really relishing bedtime.

Let's do this instead. Give me a fannish prompt--pairing, character, situation, *something*, and I'll write you one hundred words right now on the spot, insta-fic.

:)

*is bored*

Comments

So, rather vagueish. :)

[lunabee34.livejournal.com]

“I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

Xander imagines Giles taking off his glasses and polishing them on the hem of his button down shirt. “Yes, Xander, I’m afraid that’s an understatement of the highest magnitude.” Giles sighs and Xander can hear the faint clink of ice on glass. He can almost smell the scotch. “You can still go to her,” Giles says. “Time is of the essence. You’re not too late.”

Oh, yes, I am, Xander thinks. By years. He falls asleep that night to the smell of ink and paper, the sound of blades on whetstones, a librarian’s cough.

Re: So, rather vagueish. :)

[kaleecat]

who cares about vagueish. Wonderful wonderful snippet. I can imagine all of it so clearly. (and what xander thinks does leave it open to interpretation). I love the imagery of the memories he falls asleep to.