Smells Drabblish To Me...

[dwgm]

Gosh, the flu is making the rounds on the flist. My sympathies, all of you poor darlings!

(And please don't breathe on me, OK?)

Short update...

Work: Old boss seems very happy with new job; new boss (who is actually an old boss, too) and I are getting along swimmingly; new computer is still giving me occasional fits, but received new portable hard drive yesterday and have backed up all my stuff, easily and quickly.

Family: Son-in-law dr_mrow landed good job close to home. Congratulations are in order. ladymora left her feathered hat in my car after the Hollywood PirateFest two weeks ago, and I'm wondering if she needs it for Estrella?

Writing: Finally finished another chapter of Harry & the Pirate IV: The Chalice of St. Francis, and got it posted on Saturday night. Whew! Glad that's done! A little over 5,000 words. They just get longer and longer. Working on the next one now, and also wrote a drabble today, exactly 100 words, for the "Sense of Smell" Drabble Challenge at Black Pearl Sails...

~ Cold Comfort ~

He'd graced many a lockup with his fabulous presence, and could speak knowledgeably and unequivocally of their common characteristics. Dark, always. Sometimes noisy, from wretched humanity or pounding waves. And all of them, without exception, reeked.

Tar, stale water, straw, filth, and spoilt food; anger, misery, and fear. These seeped into wood and stone, and could not be eliminated, no matter how diligent and merciful the gaoler. And God knew, there were few enough of those.

At least this, quite possibly his last, was equipped with a window. The sight and scent of the sea were almost comfort enough.

Almost.




~.~

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[ladymora.livejournal.com]

I'll either come through Simi to pick it up, or have one of the Simi-ites who is going come get it from you. :) Thankd for reminding me!