Ultra-short

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I get strange images in my head when I'm reading well-written fiction and waiting for laundry to dry.

I part my left hand's fingers and look through cautiously. Regan has transferred her murderous gaze to me, and Katherine has paused mid-stroke, the match and the box still clutched in her fingers. I can see the ropes around Regan's waist and the gag around her mouth -- and, barely, the paper stuck haphazardly into her socks, over her slacks.

My girlfriend's eyes narrow to slits, and I just shake my head, pick up the satchel that fell from my left hand, and take a drag off the cigarette in my right. "Well, at least she's got the theory down..."

I would really like to see this scene drawn, but I don't have the skill for it...

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[kathornus.livejournal.com]

This post just gives me entirely too many ideas...