On time (!) drabble: Comparisons
Crazy, wild, totally nutso day at work, in which we had four (five?) crises in the works simultaneously and no administrator in the building. Oh yeah, and that was all before 9am. Therefore, in addition to coffee and chocolate, pirate!fic was needed. Thank goodness for lunch breaks and (semi-)quiet rooms in which to check email and LJ. Likely I should mention that the prompt for this week is "miniature."
~~ Comparisons ~~
Seven-year-old Elizabeth fled her aunt's room, moving swiftly down the hallway on just her toes to avoid detection. Reaching sanctuary under the unused desk in the library, she coiled her body into a tight ball of misery. It wasn't fair! Her mother! Why did Aunt deserve the portrait?
*****
She gazed at the delicate ivory oval in her hand, appreciating anew the tiny painting's translucent colors, the lifelike glow of her mother's face. Glancing up at the mirror, she finally saw the resemblance her father spoke of so wistfully.
Her most important question, however, went unanswered.
"Do you like him, Mother?"
>^..^<
~~ Comparisons ~~
Seven-year-old Elizabeth fled her aunt's room, moving swiftly down the hallway on just her toes to avoid detection. Reaching sanctuary under the unused desk in the library, she coiled her body into a tight ball of misery. It wasn't fair! Her mother! Why did Aunt deserve the portrait?
*****
She gazed at the delicate ivory oval in her hand, appreciating anew the tiny painting's translucent colors, the lifelike glow of her mother's face. Glancing up at the mirror, she finally saw the resemblance her father spoke of so wistfully.
Her most important question, however, went unanswered.
"Do you like him, Mother?"
>^..^<