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Apr. 18th, 2006 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cpolk001 - Beginning
The point of time at which anything begins; absol. the time when the universe began to be.
this one is fanfic, and while there are no names named, it's probably obvious who these people are. beware the slash. your only warning.
It is egotistical of me to start this recollection with the phrase "It all began when..." or perhaps it is my own tendency to dither - I say it all began when I decided that I was tired of wood-mulch and weedy perennials poking through my front yard, but I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken to smoking outside, on the front porch, which I wouldn't have done if I hadn't gotten a roommate perfectly willing to pay the rents that I was charging on my private lake-backed home, but who couldn't abide cigarettes (through four greyhounds bothered her not at all), and I wouldn't have had a roommate if I hadn't come home one October afternoon to find my husband on all fours before the fireplace, puffing and blowing as a muscular young brunette behind him thrust vigorously, one hand fisted in his shaggy red hair.
So I said, "Ron, get out," and I advertised in the paper, and got a perfectly nice roommate who reads tarot on the sly and looks overlong in her teacup in the mornings while I settled on the swing seat and smoked, staring at the sad little hedges and mulch, and resolved, one warming day in April, to do something about it.
But it really all began when I was deciding between white peonies and pink in the greenhouse market, and saw the traitor, wrists deep in troughs of bushy green plants behind glass doors marked "employees only."
I turned around immediately, but I paid for my plants, loading them into the mini, and I left, driving the speed limit, observing all traffic laws, and I went home, leaving the pots in the car as Merlin, Paracelsus, Albus, and Dee crowded around my legs, whimpering and shivering in time with the tremors in my knees.
I smoked, and shook, and thought even further back. because perhaps it didn't begin there. perhaps it began at school, when all I really wanted was for the traitor to like me.
The point of time at which anything begins; absol. the time when the universe began to be.
this one is fanfic, and while there are no names named, it's probably obvious who these people are. beware the slash. your only warning.
It is egotistical of me to start this recollection with the phrase "It all began when..." or perhaps it is my own tendency to dither - I say it all began when I decided that I was tired of wood-mulch and weedy perennials poking through my front yard, but I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken to smoking outside, on the front porch, which I wouldn't have done if I hadn't gotten a roommate perfectly willing to pay the rents that I was charging on my private lake-backed home, but who couldn't abide cigarettes (through four greyhounds bothered her not at all), and I wouldn't have had a roommate if I hadn't come home one October afternoon to find my husband on all fours before the fireplace, puffing and blowing as a muscular young brunette behind him thrust vigorously, one hand fisted in his shaggy red hair.
So I said, "Ron, get out," and I advertised in the paper, and got a perfectly nice roommate who reads tarot on the sly and looks overlong in her teacup in the mornings while I settled on the swing seat and smoked, staring at the sad little hedges and mulch, and resolved, one warming day in April, to do something about it.
But it really all began when I was deciding between white peonies and pink in the greenhouse market, and saw the traitor, wrists deep in troughs of bushy green plants behind glass doors marked "employees only."
I turned around immediately, but I paid for my plants, loading them into the mini, and I left, driving the speed limit, observing all traffic laws, and I went home, leaving the pots in the car as Merlin, Paracelsus, Albus, and Dee crowded around my legs, whimpering and shivering in time with the tremors in my knees.
I smoked, and shook, and thought even further back. because perhaps it didn't begin there. perhaps it began at school, when all I really wanted was for the traitor to like me.
