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michelel72) wrote2019-10-27 07:55 pm
michelel72) wrote2019-10-27 07:55 pm
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Sunday snippet 10/27 (Sound of Silver #4)
I don't think I've mentioned yet** that my very silly story is titled "Sound of Silver", after the song by LCD Soundsystem. Because if you're gonna be extra, you might as well go all the way. I'm up over 36k with this thing and I don't think I'm halfway yet, though I've always been rubbish at figuring out how wordcount relates to progress-in-plot.
(** ETA I said it in the first posting. Sigh.)
(Quick recap: Technically original fiction but written fanfic-style, even though the "canon" it's playing with exists only in my head; magical-age-regression-in-non-magical-setting plot.)
"I take it you're all done," the detective says as he approaches her. "And if I'm not mistaken, that's the expression of someone who would rather be anywhere else. Do you want to just head out early and find something to kill some time with?"
"Yes, ma'am," he says, relieved. He really shouldn't impose, but he's afraid of what he might start saying to Katie if he stays here right now.
"No metal in any of your clothes, right?" she checks.
Jonathan shakes his head. There wouldn't be any in sweats -- well, as far as he knows, and she would probably know if they've decided to start weaving them out of some kind of futuristic metal or something. "Well, except, my shoes, maybe?" The -- little holes the laces go through, whatever those are called, those are probably metal.
She looks down at his feet and kind of laughs. "You and shoes, honestly. One of these days I'm going to -- never mind. I'll finish that thought later. You'll probably have to take the shoes off anyway. Anything else you need to get from inside first? Okay, let me just let your sister know and we'll take off."
And then she just heads inside without dragging him along. Apparently she's not worried he'll manage to impale himself on the rose bushes or anything in the whole two minutes she spends inside.
(** ETA I said it in the first posting. Sigh.)
(Quick recap: Technically original fiction but written fanfic-style, even though the "canon" it's playing with exists only in my head; magical-age-regression-in-non-magical-setting plot.)
"I take it you're all done," the detective says as he approaches her. "And if I'm not mistaken, that's the expression of someone who would rather be anywhere else. Do you want to just head out early and find something to kill some time with?"
"Yes, ma'am," he says, relieved. He really shouldn't impose, but he's afraid of what he might start saying to Katie if he stays here right now.
"No metal in any of your clothes, right?" she checks.
Jonathan shakes his head. There wouldn't be any in sweats -- well, as far as he knows, and she would probably know if they've decided to start weaving them out of some kind of futuristic metal or something. "Well, except, my shoes, maybe?" The -- little holes the laces go through, whatever those are called, those are probably metal.
She looks down at his feet and kind of laughs. "You and shoes, honestly. One of these days I'm going to -- never mind. I'll finish that thought later. You'll probably have to take the shoes off anyway. Anything else you need to get from inside first? Okay, let me just let your sister know and we'll take off."
And then she just heads inside without dragging him along. Apparently she's not worried he'll manage to impale himself on the rose bushes or anything in the whole two minutes she spends inside.