I like the sound of the word calamansi. It sounds like calamity. Calamity juice. Nice vibe to it.
Wrote this as a set of notes on the back of bus tickets. I'd intended for it to be a much longer work, but it didn't turn out that way. I do want to compile something, a chapbook maybe, of poetry or flash fiction written on the back of receipts, at some point. It'd be a cool little project to manage. Calamansi Juice comes from a much older story I had lying around about grief. If I died, would my mother grieve the way I think she would? The thing about people is that they're always moving on. People die. Big whoop. They move on. Life should keep being that way, since it's not broken and doesn't have to be fixed. Somewhere along the line, I had these notes on the back of bus tickets about the people I'd see waiting at bus stops on the way home from the city, and I put them together to make a journey. The result is a bit of an art movie, it'd probably be interesting to see what would happen if I eventually compiled this as a script. The downside is that it is a bit of an art movie (read: a teacup tragedy -- the tragedy of all hamster stories is that they are inevitably teacup tragedies), and it'd probably horrify the poor souls who'd find this at the bottom of their slush at 2AM with the lack of things that happen. Oh, no!
Fantasy got first dibs. I swore I'd try to get something in there again, and hopefully I didn't miss their most recent cut-off date or something dreadful like that. Because I'm dreadful with deadlines, we know this.
Next: it's either Finches III: Prisoners of Afi-chan, or that 'wet panties' story
jack_yoniga said I should write, just to defy his pet phalluses.
Title: Calamansi Juice
Word Count: 2,256
Finished: 15/08/2006
Time Since Inception: 4 months
Wrote this as a set of notes on the back of bus tickets. I'd intended for it to be a much longer work, but it didn't turn out that way. I do want to compile something, a chapbook maybe, of poetry or flash fiction written on the back of receipts, at some point. It'd be a cool little project to manage. Calamansi Juice comes from a much older story I had lying around about grief. If I died, would my mother grieve the way I think she would? The thing about people is that they're always moving on. People die. Big whoop. They move on. Life should keep being that way, since it's not broken and doesn't have to be fixed. Somewhere along the line, I had these notes on the back of bus tickets about the people I'd see waiting at bus stops on the way home from the city, and I put them together to make a journey. The result is a bit of an art movie, it'd probably be interesting to see what would happen if I eventually compiled this as a script. The downside is that it is a bit of an art movie (read: a teacup tragedy -- the tragedy of all hamster stories is that they are inevitably teacup tragedies), and it'd probably horrify the poor souls who'd find this at the bottom of their slush at 2AM with the lack of things that happen. Oh, no!
Fantasy got first dibs. I swore I'd try to get something in there again, and hopefully I didn't miss their most recent cut-off date or something dreadful like that. Because I'm dreadful with deadlines, we know this.
Next: it's either Finches III: Prisoners of Afi-chan, or that 'wet panties' story
jack_yoniga said I should write, just to defy his pet phalluses. Title: Calamansi Juice
Word Count: 2,256
Finished: 15/08/2006
Time Since Inception: 4 months
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