This is not fiction...
I lounged back, eyes moving around the room, a drink in one hand, my
other hand longing for a cigar I wasn't allowed to smoke. The others
where standing near me, talking and catching up on anything they
might have missed over the last week or so. My clothing itched. I'm
not used to this formal ware stuff. I'm used to padding around
barefoot in comfortable loose clothing.
My sense of smell has always been good. Infact I tend to think in
terms of smell and images. I'd never had any use for code or
mechanics. When my dreams come they come with full vision, all senses
intensified. I also tend to think in smell and vision. The smell of
the old woman had already given me a viaual image of what I thought
she looked like. I'd been pretty close.
"Excuse me." The old woman was standing above me. I smiled up at her.
"Is everyone from your group here? Don't you have another two? We can
start delay the play just a little longer to wait for them."
It was opening night, well the technical rehearsal, thus the cheap
seats. There must have been at least twenty people in the play, not
to mention technical support and she wanted to delay it all just to
wait for two people who might not show up.
"Screw `em," I said and stood up to refill my drink and walk into the
It was ten minutes into the show before it hit me. I thought about my
behaviour in the last half hour or so.
I have been reading WAY to much x-men fic. You see I'm not Wolverine.
I'm a 23 year old female multimedia instructor
This was the third time I'd noticed a few habits I'd pick up from
watching the movie and reading probably insanely high dosages of fan
What can I say?
Keep up the good work.