Well, it's been five years!!
And the first thing I do after this hiatus is submitting a fanart of my own fanfiction over at fanfiction.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/12934724/…
I have forgotten much about how to use Photoshop, so this is a bit more amateurish than the deviations I submitted at in 2012 and 2013. Perhaps I'll get the hang of it again. Perhaps it will be another five years ...
"Dad," Kimmie said, "we are getting married."
James dropped his second cup of coffee on the kitchen tiles, and Anne got up to sweep and mop again. This time, she gave him a small tumbler of Bourbon. She had sort of a premonition that it would be needed.
"Married?" James asked, clearly surprised. "To whom?"
"James, don't be stupid. They are clearly getting married to each other."
"But … they are both girls!" He drained the tumbler, but managed to miss the table when putting it down again. Glass joined the china on the floor, and Anne glass of spirits before undertaking another sweeping and mopping expedition.
"Welcome to the twenty-first century," Shelley said with a bright smile. "Your powers of observation are admirable."
"Shelley, you are not helping. James, are you blind? Haven't you noticed that Shelley and Kimmie are always together, the best of friends. How can you be surprised?"
"But … I thought they were just friends! Talking about girl stuff. Doing laundry, changing nappies, brushing their hair …"
"Earth to Dr. Possible! There's more to life than household chores!"
"Well, how would I know that they would develop an … interest ... like that? It's a surprise, is all!" He poured himself a generous measure of amber liquor.
"Dear Mr. Dr. P., it wasn't difficult at all. Your daughter is quite charming. We found ourselves together … like that .. before the babies had started on solid foods."
James drained his glass and tossed it over his shoulder to shatter against the fridge. He narrowed his eyes and fixed Shelley with a belligerent stare.
Shelley leaned forward, looking up at the father of the bride-to-be through fluttering eye-lashes, an innocent but seductive smile on her lips.