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Amber #10, Pineapple Yellow #15
Name: kay_brooke
Story: Unusual Florida
Colors: Amber #10 (clay), Pineapple Yellow #15 (Note to self: be rich one day)
Styles/Supplies: Seed Beads, Canvas
Word Count: 743
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Kevin has plans for the future.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“Come look at this,” said Kevin. “Karen? Come here.”
She’d barely gotten through the introduction in the trade magazine, the first in a whole pile Arianna had brought over from the office, and she was loathe to put it aside. All summer she had avoided it, which was why the pile had grown to overwhelming. But a shoot like the one they had just come off of...it had been intense, the kind of thing she had dreamed about as a film student. But it had left little time for anything else. Filming far into the evening, dinner inhaled quickly right before or sometimes during production meetings, falling into bed past midnight and getting up at five in the morning to do it all again. She could count on one hand the number of times she and Kevin had made love in the past three months. The passion was still there, but the energy just wasn’t.
“Please?” said Kevin.
“I need to get through these,” said Karen, but she got up and crossed the room anyway. She’d just spent the summer almost glued to Kevin’s side, but as a husband he had been neglected.
He was sitting in their office, which was really just a rickety desk shoved into the most unobtrusive corner of the apartment. An oft-folded sheet of draft paper was laid out before him, and he looked up and grinned as Karen bent over to study the design on it.
“It’s beautiful,” she said quietly. It was, too, a magnificent house sitting atop a seaside cliff, large enough to be a palace. “What’s it for?” Kevin liked to draw and was good at it, but mostly he confined himself to storyboards or little cartoons for fun. He’d never been interested in architecture.
“It’s ours,” he said, beaming.
“Ours?”
He touched one corner of the paper, featuring a living room with wide windows looking out over the ocean. “Someday, when we’re successful, when we have money, I’m going to build that house for you.”
“Oh my.” Karen stood back a little to take the whole thing in a little better. “It’s a little opulent, isn’t it?”
“There’s nothing wrong with opulent, if you can afford it,” said Kevin. “Don’t tell me you want to spend the rest of your life in this place.” He indicated the tiny apartment, one corner their kitchen with a microwave and mini-fridge, another corner with their bed and its sagging mattress. Everything they made got put back into their films, and they scraped by with what they could.
“Of course not,” said Karen, bending over and leaning her chin against Kevin’s shoulder. “But I was thinking more suburban paradise. Modern house, four bedrooms, two baths. Close to a park and a good school. For when we have kids.” She tried to keep the wistful tone out of her voice.
“We can have as many bedrooms and bathrooms as we want, if we were rich,” said Kevin, tapping the paper.
“Exactly how many kids did you think I wanted?” Karen said with a laugh that wasn’t really a joke. “I don’t want miles of space. I just want to be comfortable. Happy.”
“Okay,” said Kevin. “Tell you what. When we get the money to build a house, I’ll design whatever kind you want. You tell me what, and I’ll do it. Anywhere you want, however many bedrooms you want, whatever view you want. I promise.”
Karen snaked her arms around him and kissed his temple. “I love that you’re so optimistic about our prospects that you carry your future house plans around with you.”
“It’s not optimism,” said Kevin, folding the draft paper back up. “It’s going to happen, because you and I”--he turned his head to kiss the side of her mouth--“are too good for anything else.”
“Now you’re just inviting bad luck,” said Karen. Reluctantly, she straightened. She wanted nothing more than to stay there all day, her arms around her husband, his warm presence always at her side. But she had trade magazines to get back to.
“Let me help you with that,” said Kevin, standing up. “We’ll sit on the couch, have some drinks, and get through all that stuff Arianna brought over together.”
She swore sometimes he could read her mind. “Proposition accepted,” she said. “On one condition. No clothes allowed.”
“Happy to comply,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
kay_brookeStory: Unusual Florida
Colors: Amber #10 (clay), Pineapple Yellow #15 (Note to self: be rich one day)
Styles/Supplies: Seed Beads, Canvas
Word Count: 743
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply.
Summary: Kevin has plans for the future.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“Come look at this,” said Kevin. “Karen? Come here.”
She’d barely gotten through the introduction in the trade magazine, the first in a whole pile Arianna had brought over from the office, and she was loathe to put it aside. All summer she had avoided it, which was why the pile had grown to overwhelming. But a shoot like the one they had just come off of...it had been intense, the kind of thing she had dreamed about as a film student. But it had left little time for anything else. Filming far into the evening, dinner inhaled quickly right before or sometimes during production meetings, falling into bed past midnight and getting up at five in the morning to do it all again. She could count on one hand the number of times she and Kevin had made love in the past three months. The passion was still there, but the energy just wasn’t.
“Please?” said Kevin.
“I need to get through these,” said Karen, but she got up and crossed the room anyway. She’d just spent the summer almost glued to Kevin’s side, but as a husband he had been neglected.
He was sitting in their office, which was really just a rickety desk shoved into the most unobtrusive corner of the apartment. An oft-folded sheet of draft paper was laid out before him, and he looked up and grinned as Karen bent over to study the design on it.
“It’s beautiful,” she said quietly. It was, too, a magnificent house sitting atop a seaside cliff, large enough to be a palace. “What’s it for?” Kevin liked to draw and was good at it, but mostly he confined himself to storyboards or little cartoons for fun. He’d never been interested in architecture.
“It’s ours,” he said, beaming.
“Ours?”
He touched one corner of the paper, featuring a living room with wide windows looking out over the ocean. “Someday, when we’re successful, when we have money, I’m going to build that house for you.”
“Oh my.” Karen stood back a little to take the whole thing in a little better. “It’s a little opulent, isn’t it?”
“There’s nothing wrong with opulent, if you can afford it,” said Kevin. “Don’t tell me you want to spend the rest of your life in this place.” He indicated the tiny apartment, one corner their kitchen with a microwave and mini-fridge, another corner with their bed and its sagging mattress. Everything they made got put back into their films, and they scraped by with what they could.
“Of course not,” said Karen, bending over and leaning her chin against Kevin’s shoulder. “But I was thinking more suburban paradise. Modern house, four bedrooms, two baths. Close to a park and a good school. For when we have kids.” She tried to keep the wistful tone out of her voice.
“We can have as many bedrooms and bathrooms as we want, if we were rich,” said Kevin, tapping the paper.
“Exactly how many kids did you think I wanted?” Karen said with a laugh that wasn’t really a joke. “I don’t want miles of space. I just want to be comfortable. Happy.”
“Okay,” said Kevin. “Tell you what. When we get the money to build a house, I’ll design whatever kind you want. You tell me what, and I’ll do it. Anywhere you want, however many bedrooms you want, whatever view you want. I promise.”
Karen snaked her arms around him and kissed his temple. “I love that you’re so optimistic about our prospects that you carry your future house plans around with you.”
“It’s not optimism,” said Kevin, folding the draft paper back up. “It’s going to happen, because you and I”--he turned his head to kiss the side of her mouth--“are too good for anything else.”
“Now you’re just inviting bad luck,” said Karen. Reluctantly, she straightened. She wanted nothing more than to stay there all day, her arms around her husband, his warm presence always at her side. But she had trade magazines to get back to.
“Let me help you with that,” said Kevin, standing up. “We’ll sit on the couch, have some drinks, and get through all that stuff Arianna brought over together.”
She swore sometimes he could read her mind. “Proposition accepted,” she said. “On one condition. No clothes allowed.”
“Happy to comply,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.