Good morning, can you sink off your skin?

[sovay]

No one: "Have you considered the shortage of whump featuring Dave, the haunted, compromised, plausibly queer-coded bookkeeper played by Wendell Corey in I Walk Alone (1947) who is, let's face it, already a pretty stressed character?"

My brain: "A Good Accountant, All Right."

I blame the general aura of noir prompts scattered throughout threesentenceficathon by theseatheseatheopensea. For actual three-sentence fics, "Fall from the Sky" and "Floriography" have been transferred to AO3. The former appears to be the first fic in the archive for Repeat Performance (1947).

I have been given a wall calendar featuring the art of Wayne Thiebaud. I hope he would understand that describing him as the Edward Hopper of random American objects is intended as a delighted compliment.

Comments

[sovay]

"A Good Accountant, All Right" was GREAT. In the comment I left on AO3 I said I didn't know the source material, but now I find that in fact I commented on your review of I Walk Alone--so I did have at least that amount of passing knowledge of it. But I didn't remember when I was reading your fic. Really great.

I'm glad to know it stood alone! Thank you! I take your reactions seriously.

*hugs*