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annarti
Title~ Plums
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Fic is mine, don't know whether I can claim the characters or not oO; I think I won't, that's safest.
Notes~ Final textual intervention for my Writing Text Workshop folio. Really, really bloody short because all my other ones were a smidge longer than I was aiming for, leaving only 250 words to play with ^^;;; In the end, the sum total is 99 words over the 2500 word limit, so that'll do.
I've nicked a tried and true fic I wrote a coupla weeks ago and turned it into an intervention on another of the poems we looked ad, This is just to say.
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were
in the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
~ ~ ~
“You ate my plums.”
“Yeah, I know, sorry about that.”
She folded her arms dangerously in the doorway, her foot twitching as she threatened to start tapping it. “You ate my plums.” Hopefully the emphasis would help him to see the point, though she doubted it.
“I left you a note!”
“I saw.” Nup. He wasn’t getting it. “Those were my plums. I need those plums! They’re my comfort food, as you should damn well know!”
He craned his neck up from the TV, finally realising that he was treading on thin ice here.
She narrowed her eyes just to be certain. He was never one to pick up subtleties particularly well. There was one response he could give here, and she wasn’t about to aid him in finding it.
“Hell hath no fury, eh?”
If her eyes narrowed any further, they’d be closed. She jerked her head at him in a silent signal, then realised he probably wouldn’t understand such subtleties. “Up.”
He glanced back at the TV for a moment, shrugged and got to his feet, the remote still in one hand.
She almost felt sorry for him as she rested her hands gently on his shoulders. She smiled sympathetically at his innocent face, then drew her knee up hard and sharp.
“For five days straight.” She took the remote from his hand and settled herself into a foetal position on the couch. “I need my plums.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Fic is mine, don't know whether I can claim the characters or not oO; I think I won't, that's safest.
Notes~ Final textual intervention for my Writing Text Workshop folio. Really, really bloody short because all my other ones were a smidge longer than I was aiming for, leaving only 250 words to play with ^^;;; In the end, the sum total is 99 words over the 2500 word limit, so that'll do.
I've nicked a tried and true fic I wrote a coupla weeks ago and turned it into an intervention on another of the poems we looked ad, This is just to say.
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were
in the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
“You ate my plums.”
“Yeah, I know, sorry about that.”
She folded her arms dangerously in the doorway, her foot twitching as she threatened to start tapping it. “You ate my plums.” Hopefully the emphasis would help him to see the point, though she doubted it.
“I left you a note!”
“I saw.” Nup. He wasn’t getting it. “Those were my plums. I need those plums! They’re my comfort food, as you should damn well know!”
He craned his neck up from the TV, finally realising that he was treading on thin ice here.
She narrowed her eyes just to be certain. He was never one to pick up subtleties particularly well. There was one response he could give here, and she wasn’t about to aid him in finding it.
“Hell hath no fury, eh?”
If her eyes narrowed any further, they’d be closed. She jerked her head at him in a silent signal, then realised he probably wouldn’t understand such subtleties. “Up.”
He glanced back at the TV for a moment, shrugged and got to his feet, the remote still in one hand.
She almost felt sorry for him as she rested her hands gently on his shoulders. She smiled sympathetically at his innocent face, then drew her knee up hard and sharp.
“For five days straight.” She took the remote from his hand and settled herself into a foetal position on the couch. “I need my plums.”