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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving:

“Is everything on the table?  Do I need to get anything else before I sit down?” Margot asked distractedly, scanning the table.

“I think we’re good,” Chris said, checking the counter.

“Sit down, Ma.  Everything looks great, and if anything is missing, I’ll get up for it.”

“Okay, okay.”  She settled into her seat, put her napkin in her lap, and raised her glass, pausing as they sat up a little straighter.  “To family,” she said, nodding to Zach.

Zach raised his glass.  “To the family getting bigger, officially,” he said with a small smile, looking at Chris meaningfully.

“Oh, I see how this works.  My turn, is it?”  Zach nodded.  Chris raised his glass a little higher.  “To all of that, and to being in the same place and the same time, with nothing else demanding our attention.”  He leaned over to Nathan.  “Your turn, buddy.”

Nathan looked startled. “What do?”

“Hold your cup up like this, and say ‘To—’ and then say something you really like.”

Nathan held up his sippy cup and furrowed his brow in thought.  “To Santa.”

Everyone grinned.  “Good choice, buddy,” Chris stage whispered.

“Well, I can’t top that, Margot laughed.  “Cin cin!”

“Cin cin!” they said in unison, taking a sip of their drinks.

“Now eat before it gets cold,” she finished.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Chris said, reaching for the rotini pasta.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From Cleaving:

“Is everything on the table?  Do I need to get anything else before I sit down?” Margot asked distractedly, scanning the table.

“I think we’re good,” Chris said, checking the counter.

“Sit down, Ma.  Everything looks great, and if anything is missing, I’ll get up for it.”

“Okay, okay.”  She settled into her seat, put her napkin in her lap, and raised her glass, pausing as they sat up a little straighter.  “To family,” she said, nodding to Zach.

Zach raised his glass.  “To the family getting bigger, officially,” he said with a small smile, looking at Chris meaningfully.

“Oh, I see how this works.  My turn, is it?”  Zach nodded.  Chris raised his glass a little higher.  “To all of that, and to being in the same place and the same time, with nothing else demanding our attention.”  He leaned over to Nathan.  “Your turn, buddy.”

Nathan looked startled. “What do?”

“Hold your cup up like this, and say ‘To—’ and then say something you really like.”

Nathan held up his sippy cup and furrowed his brow in thought.  “To Santa.”

Everyone grinned.  “Good choice, buddy,” Chris stage whispered.

“Well, I can’t top that, Margot laughed.  “Cin cin!”

“Cin cin!” they said in unison, taking a sip of their drinks.

“Now eat before it gets cold,” she finished.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Chris said, reaching for the rotini pasta.

ato-the-bean:

Since I can’t really post any more snippets from Cleaving right now, here’s a mood board for the chapter I’m currently writing

Reblogging as basically today’s Few Words Wednesday…but without words.  Well, with very few words (Buon Natale!).  Chris is adding extra cheese to the pasta in that last one.

rycolfan replied to your post:rycolfan replied to your post “New cleaving…

Can you send some of that writing productivity my way please? XD

I can try! The airing out and unpacking of issues is apparently easier for me to write than the subtle planting of hints as to what may or may not be wrong in their relationship. That was necessary but exhausting. My advice, move beyond the angsty, emo, pining and suspicion. Of course, I’m not sure what you’re working on, and as we all love to read a bit of angst, I suppose we all have to take turns writing it. But my god it was pulling teeth to give them each their voice and a fair position from which to be struggling. But at the moment, I’m feeling less like this will be the last Bleary fic, which I’ve been thinking from the beginning. IDK.

Anyway, that was long-winded. Read it as relief. Good luck with your writing! May your muses be as word-vomiting as mine have been.