Sparkle

A: So, I’m a huge fan of Papi Z’s prompts. For some reason, he picks words out of the sky and my fevered brain just cooks up something – or wants to cook up something. There wasn’t a prompt last week, but I did have a half-finished story, prompted waaay back on Feb 3. I never got around to finishing it, until this weekend . . .

D: And by this weekend, she means five minutes ago.

A: Yeah, well, I thought it was finished.

D: Uh huh.

A: Snitch.

D: Procrastinator.

A: . . . Okay, you win. So, without further ado, a vampire tale for the last day of March . . .

* * *

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA“So I says to her, I says, ‘hey, dame, the non-sparkling Vampires walked into the room—‘“

“And what did she say, Jimmy?”

“I’m getting to that, you goon. I says, ‘the non-sparking Vampires walked into the room—‘“

“Why weren’t they sparkling? Everyone knows Vampires sparkle.”

The bar was still. Even Harry, pulling what was usually a beautiful pint of Guinness (damn near had to go to school just to get the right to do that in McCreary’s Pub), let the stout dribble over his fingers.

No one – but no one – was allowed into McCreary’s if they thought Vampires were supposed to sparkle. Hell, Sparkle-lovers were supposed to be shot on sight for ‘aiding and abetting’ the enemy.

Vlad did not sparkle.

Vlad did not sparkle.

It had started way back in ‘58, when everyone discovered the things that went bump in the night were real. Vampires existed – Werewolves too, though they weren’t shifters like Grandpappy’s stories said. No, they were just big, mean sumabitches the Vamps trained to take down the unwary.

For twenty years, we fought the bastards – and for twenty years we kept them at bay. Until some poor shmuck found old film footage from before – before the night fell on us, dripping blood. Now, the blood-suckers are winning – if only because they managed to get us to fight each other.

Whoever thought of imitating that footage – painting themselves in that teeny-bopper glitter and shining a light – was one smart son-of-a-bastard. Sparkle-lovers insisted Vamps were our friends, like they had gone vegetarian or something. Right, because fake-bacon is so fabulous when you have a ton of thick, mouthwatering strips of Ms. Piggy flinging themselves at you.

Harry was staring at me through the taps. His ruined Guinness sat on the edge of the bar – a sad victim of the runt’s ill-chosen words. It just didn’t make sense. Sparkle-lover was a newbie, a runt fresh out of Strix. He’d had so much promise.

With a shrug, I nodded to the man in charge. Harry took Sparkle-lover by the scruff and hauled him to the back with me close behind. Nobody in McCreary’s was a sparkle-lover, but it was just best to do these kinds of things behind closed doors – ya know what I mean?

“H-hey guys. Wh-What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Harry shoved the kid against a row of metal filing cabinets. “Just what do you think is up? We don’t take kindly to sparkle-talk, boy.”

“Wait-wait, I can explain—“

“Explain what? You rolled outta Strix and came in here talking about damned sparkling vamps. All I gotta think is that you’re either sick in the head or lookin’ to get staked.”

Harry was shaking the runt hard but the kid pulled free from the big man’s grip and shoved his sweaty face at me.

“No, look – Jimmy, you gotta believe me. I said that so you’d get me outta there. Yeah, I rolled out of Strix, just like every other hunter, and I was good, too. But the Vamps got to me as I came out – it’s my sister, Jimmy. They got my sister.”

“What do you mean? You said that so–they gotta mick on you?”

“Yeah, but I killed the bug – changed it, like – before you started tellin’ your jokes.” He flashed us the mangled bit of pin on his lapel. It winked at us in the dim light. I reached for it.

“No – no Jimmy, you can’t do that. I’ve got it rigged, see. They’re hearing pub chatter but if you touch it, they’ll know I set ‘em up.”

I looked between the runt and Harry. Could we even trust this guy?

“What’s the deal – what do they want you to?”

“It’s your warehouse. They wanted me on the inside to gain access to it.”

“They know about the warehouse?” The dread was burnin’ holes in my gut.

“Don’t listen to him, Jimmy. He don’t know squat. Get him out of here.”

I grabbed the runt by the scruff but he struggled. “Jimmy – no! They’ll kill her! You gotta help me.”

“We gotta do nothin’, runt.”

1vampHarry was growling but I could tell by his eyes that he was planning something. That ruined pint still rankled, but word was, the runt’s sister was just a little bit of a thing.

“Take him outside, Jimmy – rough him up, but not too much. Let those damn vamps know we’re not going to be had that easy. We don’t just let any trash walk in here.”

I did as I was told, but I gave the runt a hand sign. Anyone who’s been through Strix knows it. We’d help him get his sister.

* * *

Donny Corrigan let Jimmy Malone smash his fist into his face a couple of times and then walked away from McCreary’s with a smile.

“It’s done,” he whispered into the lapel of his jacket as he walked around the corner. “We’ll get into the warehouse – no, leave the humans to me. You take the vamps.”

Docile

Zeke and Friends  Picture Courtesy Google Images, labeled for commercial reuse.

Zeke and Friends
Picture Courtesy Google Images, labeled for commercial reuse.

The Zombie looked to the left and immediately regretted it. There was Jenny, from Human Resources.

She was after him, he just knew it.

Not after him, like he’d broken the rules . . .  again . . .  but after him, like she dug the skin-peeling, gangrene-smelling, reanimated corpse look.

Bill-Z in Accounting said she had a dominance thing. She liked the fact that Zombies – or Zs – were docile.

Then what was she doing, going after him? He was docile, sure. It was tough to avoid the medical cocktail that made Zs productive members of the workforce, but there was never a company rule he met that he didn’t want to break.

It wasn’t his fault. The man he’d been before the Change had nearly taken down the firm dodging the SEC, the NSA, and the FBI, to name a few. But man, it had been fun, and the money he’d made. . . .

Nah, those days were gone. Joining the ranks of the Z was meant to “forgive” the faults of one’s humanity.

And forgiveness meant he was now fodder for Jenny in Human Resources. Because he was docile. Right?

No. Bill-Z in Accounting was docile.

“She liked to tell me I’d been a bad boy,” Bill-Z told him once while they lingered over the manufactured meat product cooler. “And I just never could. I’m not a bad boy, Zeke.”

So, that was Jenny’s game. The punishment factor. Yeah, he’d been a bad boy, once upon a time. He had been a fast-talking corporate shark with a yen for pretty young things – man or woman, it didn’t matter, just so long as everyone was having a good time.

And everyone had a good time with Zeke. Even now, he could still throw down. Sometimes. Usually it was his left arm, but it always got a laugh out of someone.

Every once in a while, he thought the stiffs up north had a point: to be a Z was to be enslaved. We didn’t start out docile, they said. The docs had to cure the overwhelming hunger for living flesh and the need to feast on brains.

Of course, a new Z rarely got a chance to say no to the cure – it was done within the first three minutes of the Change. Those that weren’t seen to . . . well, they were up north, talkin’ hot but keepin’ chill.

How’s that for a resistance movement slogan?

Huh. Up north.

Maybe.

But maybe he could have one last fling before he ditched this land of endless cubicles.

He looked back at Jenny and winked.

Yeah baby. I’ve been a real bad boy.

***

D: There is a modern phrase your people use, which I think describes your response to Papi Z’s prompt, “The Zombie looked to his left and. . . “ beautifully.

A: Pray tell.

D: You are sick in the head, woman.

A: Since I talk to you on a regular basis, I’m pretty sure everyone already knows.

D: I understand. But sometimes saying it keeps the night-terrors at bay.

A: (Eye-roll) Whatever helps you sleep at night, D. Personally, I kind of like Zeke.

D: I can’t believe you gave him that name. I can’t believe you invited a zombie into your head as a character. He’s stinking up the place, A.

A: Oh, cut him some slack – he hasn’t made it up north yet, and Jenny did give him a run for his money.

D: Words cannot describe how vile that is.

A: Well, while you’re speechless, I’m going to share some tidbits with the good people. You okay with that.

D: (retching noises).

A: Oh, that’s just gross, D. Anyone would think you haven’t seen someone’s arm come off before. Geeze.

Anyway, Charles is organizing a February Giveaway and has a donation request for the published authors out there.

D: And SK Nicholls is giving an autographed paperback copy of her book, Red Clay and Roses away at Goodreads.

A: The Community Storyboard has some amazing news: IT’S BACK!! Ready and raring to go with new guidelines, the Community Storyboard is once again accepting submissions. Check it out!

D: Speaking of wonderful places, with wonderful people, Ionia, at Readful Things, featured A and I as bloggers of the week last week. It was so unexpected, and so delightful, both of us are still smiling about it.

A: He’s not wrong (for once). Thank you Ionia! We love you! We also love The Year Long Story project at Line by Line, which she has put together with Julian.

D: Not to mention her ponderings at Ionia’s Thought Catalogue. which is a window into, as she says, the crap that doesn’t fit into her main blog. Gotta love a woman who’s so honest!

A: Speaking of honest, and delightful – the woman who may or may not be the most reliable narrator (but no one cares because her narration among the most amazing I have ever read) is out with a new Jessica B. Bell story, Eat My Pussy.

D: . . .

A: Stop snickering, D. Seriously, how old are you?

D: Chronologically or bodily?

A: . . .

D: That was rhetorical, wasn’t it?

A: Yeah. Anyway, go read Helena’s story, AND the continuation of the Bayou Bonhomme serial, and when you are done with those (believe me, you’ll gobble them up) check out the fact that Volume 1 of her memoirs are about to debut. Last I checked, she was looking for cover reveal volunteers! I’m so excited for her, D!

D: Me to. And not just because she titles some of her stories—

A: That’s enough, D.

D: Killjoy.

A: Takes one to know one.

D: Point taken.

A: And, case rested. That’s all for tonight, folks! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful evening!

Bloody Bard Bares . . .

cowboy-hatA: He rode a blazing saddle…!

D: . . .

A: Come on, D. Aren’t you going to fill in the next line? Hint: He wore a shining–

D: I would think wearing a blazing saddle would be enough mental imagery for the folks reading. As you’ve been reminding me all day, it is a Monday, after all.

A: That’s not the point. The point is that TC has been going over our Mel Brooks catalogue of films (for which I have World War Z to thank . . . because the book it is oh-so-incredibly-loosely-are-you-sure-you-can-call-it-“based”-I-think-they-may-have-used-the-word-“inspired”-and-that-is-pushing-it was written by his son, Max).

D: . . . I just don’t know where to begin.

A: You know, I’m almost with you on that one. Shh. Don’t tell.

D: Don’t tell. . . who, A?

A: And, it’s gone. Anyhoodles, not a bad movie – the Israeli soldier is my new hero. She was incredible. Plus: the new Who.

D: And yet . . .

A: And yet, I’m pretty sure one of the vignettes in the book was referencing Brad Pitt, in which case, the movie is more than a little self-referential. I could be wrong, but that is neither here, nor there.

D: But is it everywhere?

A: . . . Oh, you have spent way too much time in my head. I think I may need to put out a call for a character-awareness meeting, or a play date, or something. Yikes.

D: (Sob) I know!

A: (Eye-roll) We love Mel Brooks – TC was brought up on his movies because he didn’t know how to tell a joke when he was nine, and I’m a horrible mother.

D: There is so much right with that sentence—

A: Oi, Druid. Moving on… I need to make this snappy. Blazing Saddles is tonight’s feature presentation. I cannot be late.

D: What’s he going to do? Send you to bed without supper?

A: The Kid is taller than me, D. Taller, smarter and thanks to Mr. Brooks, funnier. I miss the curtain at my own risk. Besides, my creative torrents need refilling.

D: Well, then – let us hit it!

A: Okay, Mongo.

D: . . . I’ll get you for this, my pretty.

A: Wrong movie, D.

D: There are times when I dearly wish . . .  A would focus on other things – other stories, perhaps. If there’s a short story, or a piece of fiction you’ve been wanting to find a home for, pop on over to The Literary Syndicate – Papi Z has put out a call for submissions.

A: Papi is also featuring a weekly prompt. Last week was awesome (Papi did one, and so did we) and this week looks to be even better: A 500-word bit of flash fiction, in which the following phrase is used: “Pandas are known for their ruthlessness.”

D: Well. Moving on. The witty-but-assuredly mad Chuck Wendig, at Terrible Minds, does a prompted feature as well. Check out the one that went live last Friday – A may or may not participate, provided she can find something in that overheated brain of hers to go along with a ‘psychic android,’ a ‘mad botanist greenhouse’ and ‘left for dead, out for revenge.’

A: I can and I will.

D: Gods help us.

A:Muahahahha! Writers Untie! I mean unite. . . wait, no untying may be more fun . . .

D: A. Focus.

A: Another prompted feature, in which we don’t partake – because reading Helena’s contribution is just that much more entertaining – is the Friday Fictioneers.

D: We also really liked reading Wanderer’s contribution – especially as it was such a contrast to Helena’s – two wonderful writers, two entirely different ideas, from one picture.

A: Which is, of course, the point. Check them, and everyone they link to, out. You won’t regret it.

D: Congratulations are in order, A.

A: I know. John W. Howell’s book, My GRL, is out.

D: I can no longer mistake him for that other fellow.

A: That other fellow?

D: See, John is so much more important, he’s eclipsed ideas of that other John-bloke from my head.

A: Nice save.

D: 1300 years are not to trifled with, A.

A: Indeed. So are you going to Congratulate Mr. John W. Howell?

D: I am – Congratulations, John, on your accomplishment, and many—

A: Many—

D: Great wishes for its success. It looks spectacular!

A: Helena – she of the Dilettante fame – has also been published! Her latest venture, in Dagda Publishing’s anthology “All Hail the New Flesh,” features the mistress of the creepy, Jessica B. Bell. Congratulations, Helena!

D: Don’t forget: if you are – as A likes to say – blog hopping, check out GE Recommends. Green has been putting in a lot of midnight hours with that mystical language HTML and CSS to make it look fantastic.

A: And Green – as well as the regular reviewing editors – have been doing a wonderful job keeping up with all the great entertainment out there to tell us what is good, and that which has been found wanting. Green has compiled a great list of last week’s offerings, here.

D: And the lovely Marie Ann Bailey – she who brought the lovely Mary into my life – has pledged to be a part of the Rebel Writers Creed for 2014. Why don’t you ever sign up for a creed or a resolution, A?

A: I solemnly swore that I would not feed you to the beasts of hell when you inspire my ire. Would you prefer I distract myself from that?

D: Nope. That’s just fine, A.

A: Thought so.

D: So, have you been taking notes, A? Sarah M. Cradit’s author website is now live, and it is chock-full of  all sorts of goodies for fans of her House of Crimson and Clover series.

A: I love genealogies.

D: Yes, yes, I know you do.

A: Don’t roll your eyes at me, Druid. The fact that your family has such a twisty one is one of the reasons I keep to my resolution.

D: And on that testy note, I think we are going to end this with a “New to Us–”

A: But probably not new to you–

D: Featurette.

A: This week, the creators of this blog are not new to us—

D: Indeed, they are dear to us, but this concept is beyond brilliant.

A: It is a story, written one line at a time, by you, the audience. Check it out. Please.

D: And the other is a gentlemen that A just started to follow.

A: And one of his latest poems simply caught my fancy.

D: She is fickle that way.

A: And on that note,

D: We shall adieu.

A: Or otherwise, say good night.

D&A: Thanks for reading!

Storyteller spins spooky sagas

D: Where can we get some trumpets?

A: Trumpets?

D: You know, for the fanfare.

A: Why do we need fanfare?

D: For our spectacular tale-telling of course.

A: Our? Are you actually including me in the circle of your glory?

D: . . . maybe. Don’t get used to it, though.

A: Oh, never would I ever, D.

Prompted

A: Frost was this week’s prompt at the Community Storyboard – and once again, you all delivered. Check out these entries.

D: And take a gander at A’s response, Little Jack Frost

A: Not to mention, D’s take on Queen Creative’s Prompts for the Promptless, Johari Window

Halloween Tricks and Treats

Scary-Jack-o-LanternD: and for your spooky enjoyment,

A: A list of the weird,

D: the creepy

A: The haunting

D: The family-friendly

A: And the spooktacular!

D: is that even a word?

A: It is now.

D: Indeed.

 

 

Self Publishing News

A: The state of self-publishing

D: By people who know what they’re talking about.

A: Are you admitting that you aren’t an expert on something?

D: Make a note of this day, A. It will never happen again.

Such a tease…

Prodigy Cover FinalA: Check out Melissa Janda’s teaser of Charles’ Yallowitz’ 2nd Windemere book, Prodigy of Rainbow Tower.

D: And a little bird tells me that the venerable scribe of Windemere will have another book out, just in time for Halloween, as well as the third Windemere book, Allure of the Gypsies in December . . .

A: Stay tuned for more information on that!

The Published Set

D: Did you hear the good news, A? Jack’s book Ranger Martin and the Zombie Apocalypse reached #1 for Children’s horror on Amazon.

jack flacco - zombie

A: I did hear? D, I told you that myself. Weirdo.

D: Oh, right.

A: You were distracted by zombies again, weren’t you?

D: Maybe.

A: (Eye roll)  Right. Anyway –  Congratulations, Jack!

D: Meanwhile, SK Nicholls, author of Red Clay and Roses, has been hard at work revising and editing her book – and the updated e-book is available now on Amazon. If you haven’t looked into this ‘fact-ion’ book yet, now is your chance!

A: Did you just use a made-up word?

D: Maybe.

A: Wonders never cease.

D: It’s Halloween time, A – the veil between the worlds is thin. All sorts of weird and wonderful things can happen now.

A: Speaking of wonderful, not only was the delightful Andra, at The Accidental Cootchie Mama published in Echoes in Darkness but she also has a piece in the latest edition of Precipice. Congratulations, Andra!

Help

A: Help CN Faust get the word out on The Hollow Living!

Read Tuesday

D: Are you ready for Read Tuesday, A?

A: I’m ready to give books as holiday gifts, but seeing as how I’m not published, personally I will not be participating.

D: Well, just because you aren’t participating, doesn’t mean you can keep all the secrets to yourself. Talk about selfish.

A: What?

D: You heard me.

A: Um. . . I’m not keeping secrets – if authors want to know how to get their books on the Read Tuesday catalogue, all they have to do is visit the Read Tuesday site.

D: Oh.

A: Are you okay, D? You’re acting, I don’t know, kinda funny.

D: It’s this Halloween thing, A. And your party . . . I – I’m not so sure I can cope with all the spooks and the ghouls.

A: They’re not real, D.

D: So you think, Miss I-grew-up-in-a-haunted-house.

A: Okay, those are real, but the ghouls? Not so much.

D: I’ve been around longer than you, A. I’ve seen things.

A: I’ve seen things too, and believe me – ghouls ain’t got nuthin’ on me before my first cup of coffee.

D: Huh. Good point.

Wild Weird and Wonderful

A: Speaking of the weird, wild and wonderful, check this out from Time magazine – Alien Earth: Our Planet from Above.

D: We were speaking of wild, weird  and beautiful?

A: Yes. You’re wild and weird

D: Oi—

A: And I’m wonderful.

D: (Eye roll) Indeed.

New to me

A: Mrs. God by Mark Evans. I bought the book but it’s going to have to wait for several others. That said, I’m looking forward to reading it and had to share this new-to-me blog and author.

D: What about new to me?

A: D, you were born in 668. Everything in this time should be new to you.

D: Hmph – everything that’s old is new again, A.

A: Why do I even speak to you? Twisty twisty twisty, D.

D: Twisty?

A: Twisty.

D: Ah, ever the eloquent writer.

A: Goes along nicely with the pedantic character, don’t you think?

D: Touché, A. Touché.

Enjoy the beautiful things in life.

Remember to enjoy the beautiful things in life.

We don’t need to do it all

A: We’ll leave you with this article from Nourished Kitchen – three days in the life of a real-food advocate, writer and blogger. It’s a lovely reminder not to feel guilty for not doing ‘it all’ or doing it the ‘right’ way all the time.

 

The Druid Dazzles with Daring-do

By Green Embers

By Green Embers

A: What exactly are you doing daringly that dazzles so much, D?

D: Wouldn’t you like to know.

A: Well, that was the point of asking the question.

D: . . .

A: I mean, you have something back up all that hype, right? Or you just a flimflam man?

D: Flimflam man? Are you calling me a sham?

A: With yams.

D: You are ridiculous.

A: Yes, I am. And see, I have proof, right here. In writing. Back it up, D!

D: Could I just get on with the tale-telling?

A: Certainly, my dazzling drivel-meister.

D: There is something wrong with you.

Celebrate it

D: John W. Howell, he of Fiction Favorites fame, has been published in The Paperbook Collective. Congratulations, John! Hey, A – do you think he’ll forgive me for mistaking him for that other guy?

A: That other guy?

D: Yeah, you know, that other John guy – John Milton?

A: Maybe if you ask real nice and offer to do a real interview with him, he’ll consider it.

Promote it

D: The Literary Syndicate, your resource for all things helpful in our literary world, has established a “Features” section on his blog. Want to showcase your work – look no further, as Features are Wanted!

A: And check out Papi’s first feature, Angie Skelhorn.

D: I have it on great authority – if one considers A’s assertion a fact (and I’m not sure I do, as she once insisted that fuzzy socks were a requirement for breathing. Her authority on anything has been mighty suspect after that), it can be more than a little nerve-wracking for writers to go beyond the borders of their heads, but Twitter at least allows one to do it while still in your bathrobe–

A: And fuzzy socks.

D: (Sigh) Legends of Windemere scribe, Charles Yallowitz offers up these tips to de-beak the Twitter-beast and instead, utilize the tool as an effective weapon in your promotional armory. Enjoy.

A: With fuzzy socks.

D: Seriously?

A: It’s cold.

D: Moving on.

A: Kill joy. You don’t know what you’re missing. And neither do you, out there in the blogosphere, if you haven’t, check out Green Embers. Green is this week’s Blogger of the Week at Readful Things, and frankly, there is no one more deserving.

Read it

D: there are more than a few talented wordsmiths here on the blogosphere – talented and prolific. One is Jessica Bell, who writes at the behest of Helena Hann-Basquiat. Check out the latest installment of the Bayou Bonhomme serial, In the Shadows.

A: And once you’ve shaken off the shivers and anticipation, check out Charles Yallowitz’s poem, Yesterday, She Was, at the Community Storyboard. It is beautiful and touching.

D: In other words, break out the hanky.

A: Finally, Sue Vincent has some great news – you can download The Initiate, adventures in sacred chromatography, to celebrate the upcoming launch of her books, The Living One and The Osiriad. Find out more on her blog, Daily Echo.

Debate it

A: Helena Hann-Basquiat has a thought-provoking and entertaining piece at the Outlier Collective, Euthanasia is Sexy

D: Did you just use the words Euthanasia and entertaining in the same sentence?

A: Yep. And don’t just think it’s for real people, D. . . characters can—

D: Don’t say it, A. Don’t even think it.

A: Then you know what you have to do, don’t you?

D: Take over the world and ensure that you are slave to my power for all time.

A: . . . .

D: Yep, thought so.

Write it

A: Only 14 days until NaNoWriMo!

D: I think there should be care and feeding tips for owners of writers embarking on the NaNoWriMo gauntlet.

A: Really? Aside from the pejorative terminology, that almost sounds like you care, D.

D: You think I want you going off the rails? I’m all for you trying to write series 2 in 30 days, but I’m afraid if you aren’t kept well, part of it might happen from a hermit cave or worse, a jail cell.

A: . . . your concern is touching. I think.

D: Don’t say I never did anything for you, A.

A: Never would I ever, D. . . .(Insanity is doing something, right?)

D: (You bet your aunt fanny it is.)

A: (eye roll.) Speaking of writing (and not from a jail cell or otherwise) Catherine Ryan Howard, from Catherine Caffeinated, asks, How Much Time Do You Need to Write?

D: And while you’re writing, here are some words to avoid like the plague

A: Do cliché’s count?

D: Maybe…

A: You’re hopeless.

D: Thank you. Keep in mind this list doesn’t apply to all but it is a helpful guide.

Publish it

A: Every once in a while, we do aim to educate.

D: Every once in a while? A! I educate all the time.

A: Pray tell…

D: I’m a time travelling Druid. My very being is educational.

A: The scary thing is, you believe that. But since you don’t know anything about the publishing industry (and I know precious little myself), check out this 2-part series from Critical Margins:

D: If you like your publishing tips a little on the funny side, check out Fiction Favorites and 1WriteWay’s simu-published “Top 10 Things Not To Do When Trying To Get Published.”

Prompt it

D: that doesn’t make sense, A.

A: People can infer, D. I’m pretty confident that the intelligence level around here is capable of that. . . well, maybe not you.

D: I will fong you.

A: . . . .

D: You aren’t the only one who can make tv and movie references, woman.

A: Fine. Fong away. Meanwhile, at the Community Storyboard, the prompt of the week is Yesterday. Check out the offerings, including mine, and submit your own!

D: And The Queen Creative’s Prompts for the Promptless this week is Kintsukuroi. A wrote a lovely piece here.

A: You thought it was lovely?

D: Of course I did. You thanked me at the end. I can hold that over your head for the rest of your days. It’s beautiful.

A: I will fong you!

D: And with that, we wish you good night, ladies and gentlemen – thank you for catching up with us here at the D/A Dialogues.