AD11
Disclaimer: I think Top Cow is a front for Kenneth Irons. He really owns everything.
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and especially to Halftime and Divamercury, who have been along for the ride since the beginning.
Danny heard the door click shut behind Sara. He barely registered it beyond background noise. The photograph in his hand commanded all his attention. It had been taken on their first date. They had gone to a nice little Indian restaurant. The food was great, but the atmosphere had been a little cheesy. There had even been a photographer wandering around with a Polaroid camera, taking pictures of the couples and selling it to them for five dollars. Danny had known the guy was going to hit their table eventually, but he hadn't minded. He was looking forward to having a picture of the lady beside him. Jeni had been wearing a little black dress, made of some slinky knit material that hugged her lithe frame. They had gotten a little tipsy from the wine, and Jeni had stuck her tongue out at the same instant the photographer had snapped his shot. Where had that sense of mischief gone? He had not seen it in her eyes in a long time. Reluctantly he set the picture to the side and reached into the bag again.
The frame he lifted out was full of broken glass. He carefully picked the shards out and put them in the cardboard bucket. Only when the last of the glittering fragments were swept away did he look at the picture inside the thin metal frame. It was from Jeni's last birthday party. He was sitting beside her, a half-eaten piece of that god-awful cake balanced on his knee. Jeni's mother could not bake pastries. Give her meat and vegetables; the result was a passable meal. Give her flour and sugar, and be prepared for gastronomic torture. The cake had been hard as a rock, and about as digestible. Jeni had bravely eaten her piece, and then helped Danny with his.
In the picture she was holding up the present she had just unwrapped. It was a 'Romeo Void' album from her sister, Megan. He couldn't remember the name of the album, and the lettering was too small to read. In fact, the only song he had recognized on the record had been 'I Might Like You Better if We Slept Together'. They definitely didn't have the same taste in music. He couldn't count the times they'd almost wrecked, fighting over the radio station while driving. At least she didn't like country any better than he did. He had grown fond of Indigo Girls and Concrete Blonde, but that was about it from the 'alternative rock' genre. He preferred to listen to the blues, some classical, and kodo. He added the picture to the stack and reached in again.
This time it was a double handful of shredded paper. He shook it out over the red and white container, making a face at the Colonel Sanders. He almost pitched it into the trash once he had all the glass out of it, but something stopped him. He spread the torn pieces onto the table. It wouldn't be hard to put them back together. She had simply folded the pages and ripped.
Disclaimer: I think Top Cow is a front for Kenneth Irons. He really owns everything.
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and especially to Halftime and Divamercury, who have been along for the ride since the beginning.
Danny heard the door click shut behind Sara. He barely registered it beyond background noise. The photograph in his hand commanded all his attention. It had been taken on their first date. They had gone to a nice little Indian restaurant. The food was great, but the atmosphere had been a little cheesy. There had even been a photographer wandering around with a Polaroid camera, taking pictures of the couples and selling it to them for five dollars. Danny had known the guy was going to hit their table eventually, but he hadn't minded. He was looking forward to having a picture of the lady beside him. Jeni had been wearing a little black dress, made of some slinky knit material that hugged her lithe frame. They had gotten a little tipsy from the wine, and Jeni had stuck her tongue out at the same instant the photographer had snapped his shot. Where had that sense of mischief gone? He had not seen it in her eyes in a long time. Reluctantly he set the picture to the side and reached into the bag again.
The frame he lifted out was full of broken glass. He carefully picked the shards out and put them in the cardboard bucket. Only when the last of the glittering fragments were swept away did he look at the picture inside the thin metal frame. It was from Jeni's last birthday party. He was sitting beside her, a half-eaten piece of that god-awful cake balanced on his knee. Jeni's mother could not bake pastries. Give her meat and vegetables; the result was a passable meal. Give her flour and sugar, and be prepared for gastronomic torture. The cake had been hard as a rock, and about as digestible. Jeni had bravely eaten her piece, and then helped Danny with his.
In the picture she was holding up the present she had just unwrapped. It was a 'Romeo Void' album from her sister, Megan. He couldn't remember the name of the album, and the lettering was too small to read. In fact, the only song he had recognized on the record had been 'I Might Like You Better if We Slept Together'. They definitely didn't have the same taste in music. He couldn't count the times they'd almost wrecked, fighting over the radio station while driving. At least she didn't like country any better than he did. He had grown fond of Indigo Girls and Concrete Blonde, but that was about it from the 'alternative rock' genre. He preferred to listen to the blues, some classical, and kodo. He added the picture to the stack and reached in again.
This time it was a double handful of shredded paper. He shook it out over the red and white container, making a face at the Colonel Sanders. He almost pitched it into the trash once he had all the glass out of it, but something stopped him. He spread the torn pieces onto the table. It wouldn't be hard to put them back together. She had simply folded the pages and ripped.