Oh my. MEMORY LOSS. In a we-write (you posted the link, Sunflowers are for Sissies), I wrote the demise of ... after you wrote the demise of...
---- Now all I can think about is those gorgeous rugs - your photos - do people really step on such works of art! (Because I am trying NOT to think of the end of Edgar and Elsie.)
Edgar. Edgar! He was dead now, and it was not all right. It was no consolation that he lived on in the minds and hearts of these people making pilgrimages to his beautiful house on the sea cliffs of Northampton--their house, hers as well as his--bringing their sunflower tributes and tripping over the rugs.
But, but, you revived Edgar and Elsie after that we-write, and let them live on in other stories, right?
(How can my memory be so full of gaping holes!)
Fictional characters feel so real sometimes - especially these two. BRAVO! More more more!
I forgot that I killed off Edgar! I killed off Elsie on the steps of a courthouse. She'd held a sign lefties didn't like and they murdered her. My goodness I have a macabre mind when I freewrite!
WE LOVE IT!
Macabre mind, Fiction -
I love the Whedon Brothers and the Cohen brothers for their black humor in TV shows.
The beauty of fiction - you can claim "parallel universe" or whatever and revive the characters you bumped off. :)
Your imagination is a wonderful place for others to visit - thanks for opening the portal and letting us in!