I'm sorry I've been behind in this. Not sure when the next Fest is coming, so in the mean time I'm going to start up a series of Prompts
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Winter is comingyet_intrepidMarch 31 2012, 16:26:40 UTC
*It’s almost winter.* Fantine shivered in her thin dress. Her hair used to keep her warm, she thought, but that was no matter-now it would warm Cosette; that was all that mattered. She cradled close to her the shirts she had made, shielding her hands and arms from the wind. She’d not have that protection on the way back, but she’d have her twelve sous for the work. Ten for Cosette, two for herself-it wasn’t enough; one couldn’t live on that, but what else was there to do? She dropped off her shirts, collected her money, and turned back towards home with the day’s materials. There was a man singing on the corner. “Hey!” The musician grabbed her shoulder. She flinched back instinctively. “Monsieur, what…” He grinned lewdly. “Pretty girl like you’s got a lover, huh?” Fantine gave a slow shake of her head. “No.” The man laughed. “Well, that ain’t right, and I can sure as hell fix it. Where you live? I’ll come tonight.” Her eyes widened and she clutched at his arm. “Will you pay?” He rolled his eyes. “Course. I pay, you let me have my will. Hmm?” Money. Cosette. Not getting into debt with the Thénardiers, and warmth in her bed besides...after all, it was almost winter. What did it matter how disgusting he was? She made her decision and smiled boldly, showing off her fine white teeth. He roughly pulled her close, running a finger calloused from instrument strings along her teeth’s edges. She flicked his finger away coquettishly in order to give him her address. “Tonight?” “Tonight,” he said. She gave one last smile and a toss of her shorn, capped head as she walked away, resisting the urge to spit the taste of his touch from her mouth. But what did it matter? It was for Cosette, and winter was coming.
Fantine shivered in her thin dress. Her hair used to keep her warm, she thought, but that was no matter-now it would warm Cosette; that was all that mattered. She cradled close to her the shirts she had made, shielding her hands and arms from the wind. She’d not have that protection on the way back, but she’d have her twelve sous for the work. Ten for Cosette, two for herself-it wasn’t enough; one couldn’t live on that, but what else was there to do?
She dropped off her shirts, collected her money, and turned back towards home with the day’s materials. There was a man singing on the corner.
“Hey!” The musician grabbed her shoulder. She flinched back instinctively.
“Monsieur, what…”
He grinned lewdly. “Pretty girl like you’s got a lover, huh?”
Fantine gave a slow shake of her head. “No.”
The man laughed. “Well, that ain’t right, and I can sure as hell fix it. Where you live? I’ll come tonight.”
Her eyes widened and she clutched at his arm. “Will you pay?”
He rolled his eyes. “Course. I pay, you let me have my will. Hmm?”
Money. Cosette. Not getting into debt with the Thénardiers, and warmth in her bed besides...after all, it was almost winter. What did it matter how disgusting he was? She made her decision and smiled boldly, showing off her fine white teeth.
He roughly pulled her close, running a finger calloused from instrument strings along her teeth’s edges. She flicked his finger away coquettishly in order to give him her address. “Tonight?”
“Tonight,” he said.
She gave one last smile and a toss of her shorn, capped head as she walked away, resisting the urge to spit the taste of his touch from her mouth. But what did it matter? It was for Cosette, and winter was coming.
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