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Tagback is Fair Play; Backtag is a Republican Secret. December 10, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
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OK. I tagged Dr. Zaius, even though he had been tagged earlier by someone else. And I tagged Sherry, who added her part and bounced it back to me.

In the World of Art, incest is King.

Like a peloton drafting the leader, gaining speed, conserving momentum, we ride this creation into the mists, neither knowing our destination nor deigning to ask.

And so it goes:

“I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one AM when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)

The nightmares began during the following spring. The apple trees came to life in my dreams. At first the trees spoke and I thought they were amusing. That changed when the messages arrived. Lately, their anger was directed at me. (mathman6293)

I turned and stared out the kitchen window, past the frosty-lidded cistern to the orchard beyond. My trees, my beautiful fruit trees, stood leafless and dark. I wished with all my heart that this was just a normal winter thing, but it wasn’t.

“Why are you blaming me, guys? You know I love you. You watched me go out and vote that last time, in the ice-storm. It’s not like I didn’t try!”

I turned with a sigh and went to the phone to give Zaius a call. Perhaps The Good Doctor had made some incremental progress on his Long-Shot-Theory. (TCR)

Couldn’t reach him or anyone by phone. Line’s dead, as dead as everything else it seemed and so i thumped down right where i stood hugging the ratty blanket i had wrapped about myself a little tighter and let the air in my lungs out in a moist little puff of despair. (sherry)

A while passed before I shook myself out of my retreat. I stood slowly, trying to be strong, think positive, find a way to make frozen lemonade out of these frozen lemons.

Then I remembered that it was Tuesday, the day that The Core had agreed to meet at the big firepit over at Phy’s place. It was one of the last safe havens for those of us who still believed we could reverse the changes.

This was going to be a long day, and perhaps an even longer night. I dressed warmly and headed out into the cold.”

……………………………..

So off it goes to Phydeaux for another set of macro-adjustments and another trip into the dark alleys of our consciousness. And I like Sherry’s concept of passing the baton to one person at a time; I do believe there are enough branches to this tree at this point so that we ought to let some of them grow to fruition.

Allez, mon ami!

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Comments»

1. sherry - December 10, 2007

like it!!!!

2. freidabee37 - December 10, 2007

Ah, very nice. Plot advancement is a good quality for a story to have.

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