Barb C’s Journal

From a conversation over in botias’s LJ - it got too long to fit in the comments…
I think fiction is fluffy when it sacrifices truth for gratification to a large degree (everyone’s mileage may vary of course), or says nothing more than: These are a few of my favorite things. But my goodness, what is […]

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Spike’s made a fireworks run down to Tijuana again. Firecrackers, skyrockets, roman candles, chasers–you name it, he’s got it stashed in the trunk. She can tell from the furtive don’t-tell-your-Mum winks and nudges he’s exchanging with the kids, the way Bill’s eyes light up and Connie bounces. When it gets dark he’s […]

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