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hjcallipygian: Eating-her-lunch-and-drinking-from-a-soda-bottle Drusilla
195 words, PGish.
Eating-Her-Lunch-And-Drinking-From-A-Soda-Bottle Drusilla
The moon was high in the night sky, the darkness half wasted, and still Drusilla had not lunched. She slipped through the darkness, swimming through the shadow like a shark searching for her prey.
Hinx, minx, the old witch winks, the fat begins to fry.
And then she saw it: a 24-hour convenience store, a glistening pearl in a sea of black, and out walked her prey, a woman in a red dress carrying a brown paper bag. The princess of Arabia.
Nobody at home but Jumping Joan, Father, Mother and I.
Snicker-snack! The princess fell, and Arabia's glass towers shattered until only one was left--soft to the touch, not glass at all but the magic material of a scientist's cauldron. Drusilla took Arabia into herself, and she was nourished.
Stick, stock, stone dead, blind man can't see.
Tentatively, she picked up the plastic bottle and brought it to her lips. Memories exploded on her tongue: begging for peppermint drops as a child, the licorice Angelus would give her when he'd whipped her, the candy store massacres of '49. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a cheat.
Every knave will have a slave, you or I must be he.
"Ooh, sweet," she whispered.
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Eating-Her-Lunch-And-Drinking-From-A-Soda-Bottle Drusilla
The moon was high in the night sky, the darkness half wasted, and still Drusilla had not lunched. She slipped through the darkness, swimming through the shadow like a shark searching for her prey.
Hinx, minx, the old witch winks, the fat begins to fry.
And then she saw it: a 24-hour convenience store, a glistening pearl in a sea of black, and out walked her prey, a woman in a red dress carrying a brown paper bag. The princess of Arabia.
Nobody at home but Jumping Joan, Father, Mother and I.
Snicker-snack! The princess fell, and Arabia's glass towers shattered until only one was left--soft to the touch, not glass at all but the magic material of a scientist's cauldron. Drusilla took Arabia into herself, and she was nourished.
Stick, stock, stone dead, blind man can't see.
Tentatively, she picked up the plastic bottle and brought it to her lips. Memories exploded on her tongue: begging for peppermint drops as a child, the licorice Angelus would give her when he'd whipped her, the candy store massacres of '49. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a cheat.
Every knave will have a slave, you or I must be he.
"Ooh, sweet," she whispered.
Y'know, you can still sign up for a ficlet here.
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*wibbles*
I've never seen Dru so well-written.
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But seriously, thank you so much! I always love writing Dru, she's so much fun.
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Tentatively, she picked up the plastic bottle and brought it to her lips. Memories exploded on her tongue: begging for peppermind drops as a child, the licorice Angelus would give her when he'd whipped her, the candy store massacres of '49. Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a cheat.
The image of Dru drinking from a soda bottle is great and you captured all that very well here. Loved it!
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God, I can remember girls skipping to this when I was a kid. It is so weird to see it again in this context.
You have some lovely lines here. Very nice, very evocative.
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I'm glad you liked the ficlet!
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Thank you!