Tell Me A Story

[incandescens]

I am stupidly tired. Sigh.

I also managed to forget Em's birthday. Selfbap. Ah well, something is en route to her, and I hope that she will like it when she gets it.

Trying to turn half-formed images into fiction (or fanfiction) is like watching a pool of mud where serpents are mating at the bottom, and trying to establish the hot and heady details from the odd blurring ripple on the surface, and the occasional flash of coiling flesh.

Oh well, at least England's still in the World Cup, though I can't say the team really showed to advantage this morning. Let us hope that by Saturday they will have pulled their socks up, got their rears in gear, etcetera.

("Dendarii Mercenaries? I have a job for you. How do you feel about kidnapping an entire football team, substituting yourselves for them, and winning the World Cup?")

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

No biggee. Really.

Maybe it got lost in all the Blade Runner filk. :) :)

- Em

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I'm *sure* that shooting an opponent is cause for at least a red card.

I can't imagine playing soccer in battle armor, come to think of it...