Hi folks:
Forgot to post this last week - I'm on holiday (yes, I have to say it that way, I'm off to the U.K.!) until January 5th!!!
We'll have to see how Danny reacts to Roddy's death after that.
Happy Holidays,
Alex
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
H7: Hemorrhage
"Ugh. Never. It's like he's gotten a boring-graft to his brain." Danny turned, finally, to the morning's work. "No thanks. I'm done with him," he winked at her, despite a twinge of ugliness in his throat. "He just doesn't know it yet."
***
Becca's voicemail hit him like a brain hemorrhage. Roddy's sister. Not the parents, of course.
"Danny? Roddy's - Roddy didn't - Roddy died, Danny. He got in a car accident on the way home."
That was all he heard the first time. It took him two full replays to get through the rest of the details, zombie out of his office and down to the street outside, and dial Becca's number on his phone.
***
Becca's voicemail hit him like a brain hemorrhage. Roddy's sister. Not the parents, of course.
"Danny? Roddy's - Roddy didn't - Roddy died, Danny. He got in a car accident on the way home."
That was all he heard the first time. It took him two full replays to get through the rest of the details, zombie out of his office and down to the street outside, and dial Becca's number on his phone.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
G7: Graft
...from F7... Marina had gone back to the erasable wipe-board sheeting she'd used to cover her half of the desk. "Boring. Call me when it's over, why don't you. Or to tell me you've gotten engaged."
"Ugh. Never. It's like he's gotten a boring-graft to his brain." Danny turned, finally, to the morning's work. "No thanks. I'm done with him," he winked at her, despite a twinge of ugliness in his throat. "He just doesn't know it yet."
"Ugh. Never. It's like he's gotten a boring-graft to his brain." Danny turned, finally, to the morning's work. "No thanks. I'm done with him," he winked at her, despite a twinge of ugliness in his throat. "He just doesn't know it yet."
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
F7: Federal
"Really? A fight? But you guys never--"
"No it was a fight," he confirmed as he jabbed the power button on his computer. "'Where is this all going'? and all that. The old elephant in the room."
Marina frowned at Danny.
"Come on... you two have been doing so well this past year."
"I don't know..." Danny slumped in his ergonomic chair. The palette wheels and mock-ups were shreiking his name. "You know how it is. He's so proper and quiet and ... safe?"
Marina stuck out her tongue. "He's been 'safe,'" she injected, "for the last two years. What happened now?"
"So Friday I called him - you know this - to see if he could ditch early. I figured, Sasha's working in London, we might as well have a little fun too. But instead, he's like, it's not a federal holiday," Danny dumped the word like Eeyore, "so he won't leave early, not even an hour.
"Anyway, it's nothing. It just sort of set us off, and we fought all weekend. I just want to do something interesting with my life."
Marina had gone back to the erasable wipe-board sheeting she'd used to cover her half of the desk. "Boring. Call me when it's over, why don't you. Or to tell me you've gotten engaged."
"No it was a fight," he confirmed as he jabbed the power button on his computer. "'Where is this all going'? and all that. The old elephant in the room."
Marina frowned at Danny.
"Come on... you two have been doing so well this past year."
"I don't know..." Danny slumped in his ergonomic chair. The palette wheels and mock-ups were shreiking his name. "You know how it is. He's so proper and quiet and ... safe?"
Marina stuck out her tongue. "He's been 'safe,'" she injected, "for the last two years. What happened now?"
"So Friday I called him - you know this - to see if he could ditch early. I figured, Sasha's working in London, we might as well have a little fun too. But instead, he's like, it's not a federal holiday," Danny dumped the word like Eeyore, "so he won't leave early, not even an hour.
"Anyway, it's nothing. It just sort of set us off, and we fought all weekend. I just want to do something interesting with my life."
Marina had gone back to the erasable wipe-board sheeting she'd used to cover her half of the desk. "Boring. Call me when it's over, why don't you. Or to tell me you've gotten engaged."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
E7: Elephant
Danny stopped arranging his desk in order to formally raise an eyebrow. "Decried, have you?" He laughed. "Well, I do declayah." When she passed him the marked up mock-up, his humor failed. "Seriously?" Whatever mood he'd tried to carry in with him deflated. After the weekend he'd had, he couldn't deal with Sasha's crazy demands right now. "I'm getting another coffee. Roddy and I had a fight."
"Really? A fight? But you guys never--"
"No it was a fight," he confirmed as he jabbed the power button on his computer. "'Where is this all going'? and all that. The old elephant in the room."
Marina frowned at Danny.
"Come on... you two have been doing so well this past year."
"Really? A fight? But you guys never--"
"No it was a fight," he confirmed as he jabbed the power button on his computer. "'Where is this all going'? and all that. The old elephant in the room."
Marina frowned at Danny.
"Come on... you two have been doing so well this past year."
Monday, December 14, 2009
D7: Decry
"Pudding!" Marina cried, coming around the plateau of their massive, shared desk. Eyes on the collateral, she added, "We do good work, don't we?" and gave Danny a peck on the cheek.
"We do," Danny smiled. Marina was wearing a fitted purple sweater over a tight, pocked-leather skirt and striped stockings. Her hair was pulled back in tight braids that reminded him of antelope horns. She was ready to fight. "I want you to know, the bosswoman has requested a raft of changes, but I've already decried half of them."
Danny stopped arranging his desk in order to formally raise an eyebrow. "Decried, have you?" He laughed. "Well, I do declayah." When she passed him the marked up mock-up, his humor failed. "Seriously?" Whatever mood he'd tried to carry in with him deflated. After the weekend he'd had, he couldn't deal with Sasha's crazy demands right now. "I'm getting another coffee. Roddy and I had a fight."
"We do," Danny smiled. Marina was wearing a fitted purple sweater over a tight, pocked-leather skirt and striped stockings. Her hair was pulled back in tight braids that reminded him of antelope horns. She was ready to fight. "I want you to know, the bosswoman has requested a raft of changes, but I've already decried half of them."
Danny stopped arranging his desk in order to formally raise an eyebrow. "Decried, have you?" He laughed. "Well, I do declayah." When she passed him the marked up mock-up, his humor failed. "Seriously?" Whatever mood he'd tried to carry in with him deflated. After the weekend he'd had, he couldn't deal with Sasha's crazy demands right now. "I'm getting another coffee. Roddy and I had a fight."
Friday, December 11, 2009
C7: Courting
...."Sorry, Europe," Danny sometimes joked with Marina, his office-mate, copy writer, and best friend. Mitch was one of the handsome economists; after recoiling from the "artistic" comment, Danny hurried a bit to his office and Marina's warm, frizzy blonde embrace. All up and down the hall, Barter's color palette repeated a brick red and mustard theme.
He entered their office like they were courting, swaying a bit with his hands clasped behind his back. When she looked up, he proffered a handful of their newest brochures like a bouquet.
"Pudding!" Marina cried, coming around the plateau of their massive, shared desk. Eyes on the collateral, she added, "We do good work, don't we?" and gave Danny a peck on the cheek.
He entered their office like they were courting, swaying a bit with his hands clasped behind his back. When she looked up, he proffered a handful of their newest brochures like a bouquet.
"Pudding!" Marina cried, coming around the plateau of their massive, shared desk. Eyes on the collateral, she added, "We do good work, don't we?" and gave Danny a peck on the cheek.
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