Dinner Party Suspense tasty. I pooped out some fanfic while reading. It decays here.
[Fanfiction]
On the drive into the country, a disc change...
Beth: should we pull over for petrol?
* [Yeah, sounds smart](@doodle)
* [No, cheaper further out](@arrival)
@doodle:
Beth and Mark have switch off after filling up on gas. Mark, doodling in the passenger seat.
Beth: "can I see?"
Mark: "Almost done."
He puts on some flourishes, as though wind composed him.
Mark: "What do you think?"
He shows me the prescription brand memo pad. In a neat, all caps I steal glaces at the words:
"cosmic woopie cushion"
* Inhale, rising stand into T pose
* bring one hand into a fist, the other open palm
* squeeze one hand while letting go with the other
* make whatever noise feels right
a crude möbius is drawn in sweeps from the figures outstretched hand.
For a moment, in his smile, I can feel the edges of him that dissolve into myriad noises I can make out is his. Even still, I don't know exactly when I shifted my attention back onto the road.
/end doodle
@arrival:
What looks like onions and a weathered-looking gnome....