| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 5th, 2012|08:48 pm] |
Title: Talking to Yourself
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Prompt: Smells like snow
“It’s quiet here, peaceful. The diner’s always so damn noisy, and you’d think it’d be quiet at home, just me and Carl, but he keeps the TV louder than Grandma did. I’m this close,” Debbie pinched her fingers together, “to getting him a miracle ear for Christmas. That’ll teach him to fall asleep with the damn thing blaring half the night.”
Debbie took a deep breath of crisp, clean air. A light snow fell, sparkling in the sunlight. But Debbie couldn’t see past the headstone in front of her, couldn’t hear past the silence surrounding her.
“I fucking hate quiet.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 5th, 2012|10:01 pm] |
Title: Cookie Monster
Author: dean1955
Prompt: Smells like snow
Notes: Kinnetick_Sun Member
“Sir, do you want to make any stops before going home?”
“No Walter, it was a long flight and I just want to get to the house.”
“Certainly Mr. Kinney. There is little traffic, we should be there soon. Did Justin enjoy the Christmas cookies my wife made for him?”
“Yes he did! He even called my hotel room at 2:00 a.m. and told me they smelled and tasted like snow.”
“Really Mr. Kinney?”
“Well Walter, when my husband and his friend Daphne decide to smoke all my ‘special holiday treats,’ it seems like everything tastes and smells like snow.” |
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