I Remember [R]
Title: I Remember
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #0161 ~ combined prompt
Waterfall, initials carved into a desk, ice skates, yellow quill, half completed journal
AND
"...I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts..."
-- Nickel Creek, "The Lighthouse's Tale"
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 100
Betas: Toto
Rating: R for suggestion
Author's Notes: Angst. Character death. Written for the_ass_fest's Quickies.
Summary: Scattered memories from yesterday, some years go, a whole different life.
...I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts...
From my teen years I remember yellow quills scraping on over-used parchments and random initials that never were AS ♥ S carved into a desk, until I gathered the courage to kiss Albus and found myself thoroughly snogged.
From my youthful years I remember ice-skating in Rockefeller Centre and half completed journals forgotten in hotels rooms after spectacular sex sessions.
From yesterday I remember Niagara’s landscape and an accidental push towards the waterfall.
And today, I am alone.
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #0161 ~ combined prompt
Waterfall, initials carved into a desk, ice skates, yellow quill, half completed journal
AND
"...I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts..."
-- Nickel Creek, "The Lighthouse's Tale"
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 100
Betas: Toto
Rating: R for suggestion
Author's Notes: Angst. Character death. Written for the_ass_fest's Quickies.
Summary: Scattered memories from yesterday, some years go, a whole different life.
...I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts...
From my teen years I remember yellow quills scraping on over-used parchments and random initials that never were AS ♥ S carved into a desk, until I gathered the courage to kiss Albus and found myself thoroughly snogged.
From my youthful years I remember ice-skating in Rockefeller Centre and half completed journals forgotten in hotels rooms after spectacular sex sessions.
From yesterday I remember Niagara’s landscape and an accidental push towards the waterfall.
And today, I am alone.