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Lambda came over and put her muzzle on Miss Dairy's thigh. She ruffed quietly.
"I'm sorry," Miss Dairy said. "I've wanted to meet you for so long but I always mess everything up."
"How long have you… been taking these pictures?"
"Do you remember when you went to Daphnae-3?" (2/3) #wss366

Miss Dairy turned away and curled into herself on the love seat, sobbing.
Totemo put a hand on her shoulder.
"Aw," she said. "Don't cry."
"But now you know," she whimpered. "You must hate me."
"I'll admit," Totemo said. "I was surprised. But I don't hate you. Lambda doesn't either." (1/3) #wss366

Behind was a set of shelves with dozens of pictures of Totemo that had obviously been taken surreptitiously. In some, she was in the field. In others, she was at the office. In the middle was a huge picture of her at a beach wearing a bathing suit.
"No!" Miss Dairy wailed. "Don't look!" (4/4) #wss366

Across the room was a low table with two candles in front of something draped with a piece of cloth.
"Why don't you light those candles?" she asked.
"Oh," Miss Dairy replied. "That's my shrine."
"Oh."
Passing by, Lambda let the cloth catch on her muzzle and pulled it off. (3/4) #wss366

After closing the door, Miss Dairy lit a #taper and used it to light a multitude of candles on the coffee table and nearby shelves. They shed a low, romantic light.
She joined Totemo on the love seat.
"I'm sorry if you don't like candles," she said.
"Candles are fine," Totemo replied. (2/4) #wss366

Totemo waited outside the door for a moment before Miss Dairy invited her and Lambda into her small apartment.
"There's not much room," she said. "Sit anywhere you like."
The only place to sit was a love seat, so Totemo sat there. Lambda prowled around, sniffing and investigating. (1/4) #wss366

#WritersCoffeeClub What does your usual workspace look like? Share a picture.

We answered a question like this a year ago: https://wandering.shop/@stevendbrewer/111375384163420849

But, quite recently, I wrote this post about where I write during the summer: https://stevendbrewer.com/a-truly-magical-place-to-write/

Thirty years ago, I read William Greider's book "One World Ready or Not" that presciently described many of the consequences that trade with China would entail. One of his primary concerns was that the Chinese government could skim many of the profits that the West allowed corporations to skim. The net result was that they enriched the state while we enriched the wealthy. China built infrastructure (like high-speed rail) while billionaires bought yachts and helicopters and politicians.

#WritersCoffeeClub Have you ever worked through a bad experience by writing fiction?

Although I had written small amounts of fiction for many years, it was during the pandemic that I started writing a lot more. It was mostly a way to distract myself. I had not seriously tried to get my work published in English before, but I began submitting stories and eventually found a publisher willing to take on my weird little stories. Does that count as "working through a bad experience?"

Totemo was about to take another step back when Lambda's cold, wet nose poked her in the small of her back. She squeaked and jumped forward, right into Miss Dairy's arms.
"I really wasn't trying to hug you, darling," Miss Dairy whispered. "We're in public! But… If you insist." (2/2) #wss366

After dinner, Totemo and Miss Dairy went walking through Luminous Park. The trees were full of tiny lights that changed color, making for a lovely display.
When they stopped to look at each one, Totemo kept finding herself moving back as Miss Dairy sidled into her #personal space. (1/2) #wss366

#WritersCoffeeClub How do you take notes? Share a (redacted?) screenshot or photo.

I use the pulsar text editor: https://pulsar-edit.dev/

A few minutes later, a gold SpeedRunner pulled up, driven by an older man with grey hair.
"Need a lift?"
"No, thanks," said the brunette.
After he left, the blond girl said, "Ugh. An old man driving a SpeedRunner like that? He's definitely compensating for something." (2/2) #wss366

The pretty girls were walking through the park when a silver SpeedRunner came by.
A young man with slicked-back hair called out, "Hey, ladies! Need a ride?"
"No, thank you," the blond girl said.
After he shot ahead, the brunette said, "Driving daddy's fancy SpeedRunner? What a loser!" (1/2) #wss366

Stories can have these things called "scenes" that you can write intentionally! Who knew? https://stevendbrewer.com/making-a-scene/ #writing

kioma horo? kiom da sonoriloj? prisonĝi florojn / what's the time? how many bells? dreaming of flowers #hajko #haiku #esperanto #BloomScrolling

Feeling morose, he finished with his rounds, then sat down and fired up a smoke. He took a puff, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Forrest the owl landed nearby and strutted over.
"Hey! Hey!" he said, in a mocking voice. "Do you like honey?"
The bear blew a cloud of smoke in his face. (3/3) #wss366

She began to ask yet another question, but her mother ran over.
"Brunhilde! Don't #tease the bear!" She grabbed the little girl's hand and dragged her away, squealing and struggling.
"It really wasn't a problem," the bear muttered, sadly, to himself. (2/3) #wss366

The bear made his rounds through the picnic grounds carefully checking for fire-safety violations. A little girl wearing a polka-dot dress walked alongside and peppered him with questions.
"Hey! Hey!" she said. "Do you like honey?"
"It's okay, I guess," he replied, noncommittally. (1/3) #wss366

Jupiter? Saturn? Neptune? Pollen on the Campus Pond.