i need to purge some creative demons

[holycitygirl]

First five prompts get a ficlet.

Any takers?

As usual, my mind responds best to the random (lyric, color, word, title). No specific plot requests.

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[holycitygirl]

On summer days she likes to sit in the sun and imagine another life, an existence other than this reality she deals with fall, winter and spring. A life where she found love.

She imagines a man who could handle her career - and all the answerless questions that career creates - a man who would help her, who would see her strength and prop that strength up. She imagines a man who would add to it, a man like a support beam, not a retaining wall - not someone who would expect her to crumble without him.

On summer days when the suns a perfect drop of yellow in the sky, an egg over easy making life seem less hard - she likes to imagine his dark hair. She imagines eyes as patient as wishing well water - waiting for the plop of copper, the hopeful throw, the dreamer to take the chance. She imagines his steady hands, his voice - a train track voice, providing a path, a place for her wheels to fit, a groove that would help with forward momentum.

On summer days she can almost see him, feel him, a man she never knew, never loved. The only man who could ever really know and love her.

[sugangel7]

She imagines a man who would add to it, a man like a support beam, not a retaining wall - not someone who would expect her to crumble without him.

Love that -- that is so who Peter is for her.

And I love the part about the sun like an egg over easy, his patient eyes, steady hands, and train track voice.

Beautiful ficlet -- so poetic and makes me itch for Olivia to remember Peter already and for S4 to be here!