The ping came from the right-most tab of my browser; soon, the unavoidable flashing would commence, alerting me to someone’s attempt to chat from within GMail. I avoid AIM like it’s meat, I don’t even have Yahoo or MSN screen names, but Google…ah, you still own a little bit of my heart. Just who was interrupting my intense reverie? It was one of you.
“Shawty… today is Friday.”
“?”
“55s“
“ah…watching Ronin. maybe it will inspire me…”
“Ronin!”
I hope it’s not a side effect of turning 32 (as my relatives in Kerala loved to point out– an unmarried woman in her 30s is a CRAZY woman), but I have had blogger’s block sum’n fierce for the past week, which is why I’ve been all Mathangi on your kundis. Unfortunately, Ronin didn’t provoke anything besides salivation over the prowess displayed by a certain M-propelled E34.
But, I miss you and I miss this exactly-55-words-thing we do, so I left “Freude am Fahren” behind and turned to what I should have in the first place for some inspiration– music. I grabbed my ancient shuffle and resolved to use whatever song played first as motivation. Et voila, Goldfrapp. It is an apposite choice and not just a random one; this is the first nanofiction orgy of 2007 and I concur with Alison when she sings, “You’re my favourite moment, you’re my Saturday”. I already told you that you were.
This Friday, collect 55 words and arrange them in to the shortest of stories; create nanofiction about your “firsts”, about digits, about whatever your number one might be. Leave your first-rate short-short in the comments below (or let us know where we should go, in order to find it). Happy new year, mutineers…here’s to much fiction and fun with my number ones in ’07.
Welcome Back Anna! Missed you, your enthusiatic writing and your thoughts.
Not really fiction, but here goes
Your first snow
You came downstairs, all furry tail and furry paws, and growled softly when you looked outside. What in the world was this wet, white wilderness? You ran from room to room in disbelief, leaving grimy nose streaks on the windowpanes. Don’t ever lose your sense of wonder. I’ll never lose mine when I see you.
Our Relationship…by the Numbers
Six: months to get engaged. Five: days of marriage mayhem. Four: of May, our actual first date. Three: big loud fights, full of tears. Two: dates it took to know you were different from the rest. One: that is, the only for me. Zero: going, nowhere.
She hesitated before posting; although she was down with brown, she was pink. But unlike Colbert, she could pronounce “bhangra” with all two-and-a-half of its syllables, and non-mutinous websites only described a fictitious country made of yoga and “real silk scarves for $6 USD!” Eew. She’d be in Hyderabad soon; enough time spent lurking. Click.
“but I have had bloggerÂ’s block sumÂ’n fierce for the past week, “
I don’t believe you ever suffer from blogger’s block. You were probably taking a break. Nice to read you again.
E34…. 🙂 is the picture in the post an E90?
My pastor held me weeping in the late spring evening. “You’re lucky”. I’d walked away unhurt. My beloved first car, a VW Rabbit black with brown interior, and my first wreck. He was right, I was lucky. On either side of the light pole was a long pitch into the creek far below.
“Your skin is the color of my poop,” he said. I was in the third grade. Funny I thought, he must have something wrong with him. I can’t remember malice in his voice, but I remember there wasn’t an apology. It was the first time, the beginning of many times, where I was apart from them.
He waits, his bared fingers curled, like a ghost in the frost. It seems strange, that in his very first winter, he did not throw his worn silvered arms to the ground and walk away. Did he know why he was waiting? I wish I had seen him with his first leaf, his first spring.
Bravo.
Two reasons: I didn’t have a stock photo of the 34 in my 3132 and it’s a nod to the person who gently reminded me to 55. I find it unbearably hot that you noticed and that you were so nice about it. 😉
He paused, bemused at the unfamiliar website. Thank you Google.
Who were all these people ?!
Staggeringly long threads, grand pontificating and Dawson’s Creekesque eloquence, stroke-inducing overanalysis, razor-sharp wittiness, some atheist named Razib, some babe called DesiDancer, some dude named Punjabi Boy.
Cautiously, he submitted his first comment.
The rest, as they say, is HERstory.
I pulled the 4 speed white Ford Mustang into the apartment complex parking lot. We completed out checker training course, changing out of our H.E.B. uniforms, only to get undressed again.
I crawled over to the passengerÂ’s side and slid the seat all the way back.
“You need to move around a bit,” she said.
“Sorry things turned out this way,” I said. Fiction: I was relieved, actually. The car and time-share were mine; she got the house.
As the waiter brought our check, a red-head approached us. She kissed me on the cheek, and left.
“And who was that?”
“Oh, I thought you knew. That was my first ex-wife.”
I am a little rusty, but here is my 55.
an unfortunate side effect of working for 3 years in an office building where people scheme on how to sell E90s and E everything else to the masses…….. 🙂
This information would have been helpful a couple of months ago, but there will always be another time and I will hunt you down.:D
🙂 european delivery !! that is a nice deal. and I know what you were thinking about……. 🙂 I was never an employee. did help myself to merchandise though!!