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Brynn · 04-18-2005, 05:37 PM

Meanwhile the mother is planning her own escape - or, more accurately, procrastinating about it, processing the idea as she draws alongside her son. Instead of crayons and construction paper, her materials are 2 lb paper and various shades of charcoal. Her mind wanders over the world she is creating on paper. Her son mentioned half an hour ago that he was a little hungry, but she's forgotten to do something about that.

xfox · 05-14-2005, 10:59 PM

She ponders her leaving. Too many obstacles face her, what with food, shelter and some frivolity looming with this possible reality. Who can she turn to? Parents? No, you can't go home again. Grandmother? No, although still a keen wit, she lives where the national school system ranks too low. She wonders how she decided on this lug of a husband, and wonders if he's thinking the same thing about her. Their fighting was over a trivial matter.

amanda · 05-22-2005, 07:13 AM

he looks down at his untied shoelaces.

"How come I never trip, when momma always tells me that I will if I don't tie them tight?"

07-26-2005, 07:37 AM

He walks to the refridgerator, leaving his shoes untied with the hope that he
will trip, because maybe then mom would notice him, instead of staring off into space like that, with that frown on her face.

He brings his foot down on a limp shoelace as his other foot is moving forward, but it doesn’t work; he only stumbles a little; so he thinks, “maybe, since mom isn’t paying attention, i can have cookies for dinner,” as he continues toward the refridgerator.

Con ate dog · 08-05-2005, 01:13 PM

The drawing goes nowhere. She absently gazes at her son's effort: a treasure map of some kind. Did he bury something in a the corner park? A twinge of pain: why? She traces it: a speech at her wedding, using the word "treasure" umpteen times. If she dug up a treasure chest now, what would she hope to find?

Hope. The word conjures nothing. She starts to draw a flying bird, screws up the beak, and changes it into a pelican.

Honora · 08-15-2005, 02:22 AM

Dad stands on the dock, beside his boat, regarding an actual pelican intent on finding it's supper. He gazes, blankly at the bird, unable to feel much of anything anymore... and, unaware that his son, Eldon and their dog, Skippy have hidden behind the coils of rope at the marina and now wait patiently for Dad to end his reverie and leave so that they may take sail and begin a life different in every way from what they have known.

umrcop · 08-26-2005, 04:19 AM

At first the boy did not pay any attention. A short burst of a greenish blue light did not interrupt his frisbee game with the dog. He did notice it the second time, it was much brighter lasted longer and seemed to shine directly upon him.

zenbabe · 08-26-2005, 05:37 AM

fvck you!

Con ate dog · 09-03-2005, 03:07 PM

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Originally Posted by Honora

Dad stands on the dock, beside his boat, regarding an actual pelican intent on finding it's supper. He gazes, blankly at the bird, unable to feel much of anything anymore... and, unaware that his son, Eldon and their dog, Skippy have hidden behind the coils of rope at the marina and now wait patiently for Dad to end his reverie and leave so that they may take sail and begin a life different in every way from what they have known.

At last, Dad reluctantly gets up and turns towards home, his stomach bothering him instantly. He tries to think about anything other than the spectre of the vicious silence awaiting him at home.

08-26-2005, 05:37 AM	#23
zenbabe Lollypop! Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: we are all made of stars Posts: 11,690	fvck you! __________________ Be yourself, because the people that mind don't matter, and the people that matter don't mind. -Dr. Seuss

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04-18-2005, 05:37 PM	#16
Brynn constantly amazed Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness Posts: 6,206	Meanwhile the mother is planning her own escape - or, more accurately, procrastinating about it, processing the idea as she draws alongside her son. Instead of crayons and construction paper, her materials are 2 lb paper and various shades of charcoal. Her mind wanders over the world she is creating on paper. Her son mentioned half an hour ago that he was a little hungry, but she's forgotten to do something about that.

05-14-2005, 10:59 PM	#17
xfox slightly effective Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: >>> Posts: 2,404	She ponders her leaving. Too many obstacles face her, what with food, shelter and some frivolity looming with this possible reality. Who can she turn to? Parents? No, you can't go home again. Grandmother? No, although still a keen wit, she lives where the national school system ranks too low. She wonders how she decided on this lug of a husband, and wonders if he's thinking the same thing about her. Their fighting was over a trivial matter.

05-22-2005, 07:13 AM	#18
amanda old s'cool Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 2,426	he looks down at his untied shoelaces. "How come I never trip, when momma always tells me that I will if I don't tie them tight?"

07-26-2005, 07:37 AM	#19
rapscalious rob Posts: n/a	He walks to the refridgerator, leaving his shoes untied with the hope that he will trip, because maybe then mom would notice him, instead of staring off into space like that, with that frown on her face. He brings his foot down on a limp shoelace as his other foot is moving forward, but it doesn’t work; he only stumbles a little; so he thinks, “maybe, since mom isn’t paying attention, i can have cookies for dinner,” as he continues toward the refridgerator.

08-05-2005, 01:13 PM	#20
Con ate dog some guy Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Suzhou, China, city of canals Posts: 308	The drawing goes nowhere. She absently gazes at her son's effort: a treasure map of some kind. Did he bury something in a the corner park? A twinge of pain: why? She traces it: a speech at her wedding, using the word "treasure" umpteen times. If she dug up a treasure chest now, what would she hope to find? Hope. The word conjures nothing. She starts to draw a flying bird, screws up the beak, and changes it into a pelican.

08-15-2005, 02:22 AM	#21
Honora Registered User Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Canada Posts: 4	Dad stands on the dock, beside his boat, regarding an actual pelican intent on finding it's supper. He gazes, blankly at the bird, unable to feel much of anything anymore... and, unaware that his son, Eldon and their dog, Skippy have hidden behind the coils of rope at the marina and now wait patiently for Dad to end his reverie and leave so that they may take sail and begin a life different in every way from what they have known.

08-26-2005, 04:19 AM	#22
umrcop Registered User Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 1	At first the boy did not pay any attention. A short burst of a greenish blue light did not interrupt his frisbee game with the dog. He did notice it the second time, it was much brighter lasted longer and seemed to shine directly upon him.