Comments on: Thursday Thirteen: Let's write a story. http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/ Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:25:14 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: Los Angelista http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6191 Los Angelista Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:51:44 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6191 Max swallowed carefully, savoring the sensation of the the vodka scalding his throat. The burning as it pooled in his belly was a punishment he was increasingly willing to endure. "Eva, can you ever forgive us? Forgive me?" he mumbled. And then something in the glass caught his eye. He tilted it back a bit, beholding the image floating on the top of the icy clearness of the liquor. Max swallowed carefully, savoring the sensation of the the vodka scalding his throat. The burning as it pooled in his belly was a punishment he was increasingly willing to endure. “Eva, can you ever forgive us? Forgive me?” he mumbled.

And then something in the glass caught his eye. He tilted it back a bit, beholding the image floating on the top of the icy clearness of the liquor.

]]> By: Joy Renee http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6190 Joy Renee Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:32:15 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6190 As on that day when he gripped a steering wheel that could not steer, wheels skimming the skin of an eternity awash in heaven's tears, now he grips the glass, slick with the sweat of regret, refusing to steer a life now bereft of hope, refusing to hear the notes of mercy in a small girl's prayer, he raises to his lips the glittering rim and swallows another dram from the bottomless well of sorrow. As on that day when he gripped a steering wheel that could not steer, wheels skimming the skin of an eternity awash in heaven’s tears, now he grips the glass, slick with the sweat of regret, refusing to steer a life now bereft of hope, refusing to hear the notes of mercy in a small girl’s prayer, he raises to his lips the glittering rim and swallows another dram from the bottomless well of sorrow.

]]> By: Peter http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6189 Peter Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:24:23 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6189 She had never thought to place her daughter in a safety belt on the back seat. If only she had done so. She had never thought to place her daughter in a safety belt on the back seat.

If only she had done so.

]]> By: Miss Attitude http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6188 Miss Attitude Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:10:10 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6188 He couldn't do anything to stop it, though he grasped the steering wheel tightly and tried not to close his eyes. He couldn’t do anything to stop it, though he grasped the steering wheel tightly and tried not to close his eyes.

]]> By: heart in san francisco http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6187 heart in san francisco Thu, 21 Aug 2008 18:24:56 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6187 His wife huddled miserably in her seat belt next to him, peering at the rain which smashed against the windshield faster than the wipers could clear it away. Their daughter lay across the back seat sleeping, a stuffed white rabbit snuggled in her small arms. His wife huddled miserably in her seat belt next to him, peering at the rain which smashed against the windshield faster than the wipers could clear it away. Their daughter lay across the back seat sleeping, a stuffed white rabbit snuggled in her small arms.

]]> By: Peter Plum http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6186 Peter Plum Thu, 21 Aug 2008 17:14:42 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6186 His mind reeled as more of the memory came, as if from a fog. It was ten years ago, and he was driving in the pouring rain. His mind reeled as more of the memory came, as if from a fog. It was ten years ago, and he was driving in the pouring rain.

]]> By: she http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6185 she Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:58:50 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6185 He knew exactly where he would find her, but he went anyway. Brushing the tears out of his eyes, he knelt in front of what was left of her: cold, aged stone. He knew exactly where he would find her, but he went anyway. Brushing the tears out of his eyes, he knelt in front of what was left of her: cold, aged stone.

]]> By: Fear and Parenting in Las Vegas http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6184 Fear and Parenting in Las Vegas Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:05:20 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6184 His eyes scanned the screen. The time of the flight didn't matter. He had to get to her. Now. His eyes scanned the screen. The time of the flight didn’t matter. He had to get to her. Now.

]]> By: Lisa http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6183 Lisa Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:09:12 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6183 He would, no matter what the price, go to her. He would kneel next to her and finally have the answers he so desperately needed. He would, no matter what the price, go to her. He would kneel next to her and finally have the answers he so desperately needed.

]]> By: colleen http://on-a-limb.com/2008/08/thursday-thirteen-lets-write-a-story/comment-page-1/#comment-6182 colleen Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:56:03 +0000 http://www.on-a-limb.com/?p=1699#comment-6182 He began to black out at work, miss days, and come in hung over. He found himself hunched over in his cubicle secretly looking at airline flights. He began to black out at work, miss days, and come in hung over. He found himself hunched over in his cubicle secretly looking at airline flights.

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