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15 August 2008 @ 08:04 pm
Day Seven of 41 Days of Metallicar ...  
Another almost-too-late entry for today's 41 Days of Metallicar post!  This one -- yet another 100-word drabble -- goes back to the very beginning ...


He’d become so accustomed to compensating for things being unbalanced that the return to what should have been normality left him uncertain, like a healed limb freed from a heavy cast but still expecting the weight.

He stole a covert sideways glance to reassure himself that Sam really was in the passenger seat. From the day Dad bought the truck and gave him the Impala, he’d always had Sam riding shotgun. Then came Stanford, and he’d been alone.

Sam was back where he belonged, but now his knees bumped the dash.

Dean wondered how many other ways they wouldn’t fit.


I'm not as pleased with this one as with the others so far, but -- there's always tomorrow!

Oh, and while you're here looking at this -- isn't the new layout GLORIOUS?  The color background and the animated, five-part header were gifts from the wonderful, splendiferous

cakehole_cat.  Thanks, Cat!!!


Current Music: Olympics coverage
bardicvoice: Welome back boys by <lj user=Cakehole_Cabardicvoice on August 16th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
I feel better about it today; it grew on me.

Everything that happens in real life feeds the muse eventually. I suffered a stress fracture in my left foot a couple of months ago, and clumped around in a boot for six weeks. I got acclimated quickly, to the point where people didn't even notice from my stride that I was wearing it (it helped that the boot was black and I always live in black jeans), but when it came off, well, that felt as wrong as when it went on!

I'm really enjoying doing these; they're a challenge to execute. It feels good to be exercising those "writing discipline" muscles ... *grin*