fic: Hope Chest (due South)

[hth_the_first]

I started writing this a while back, for a flashfiction challenge on the subject of jewelry, but I thought I didn't get it done in time, and then I forgot about it. When I uncovered it this morning, I read it over and thought that actually it was almost finished as it stood. So I added just a touch here and there and called it finished; I haven't

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[springwoof]

Ooh, lovely Frannie! Just wonderful!
wags, springwoof

[bkwyrm]

Ow. Oh, ow. *has a broken heart now*
I love your Frannie.

[cesperanza]

This is really heartbreaking; I feel so bad for Frannie, trapped in that world, with that sense of gender: with those women and those men, who I think include all the cops at the station except Fraser and even her brother, so there's really not a way out there for her, either. I hope that she turns her emerging jeweler's eye to realizing that all that glitters is not gold, or even diamonds: that just as there might be a man she wouldn't want a ring from, there might be a life she wouldn't need a ring in. Brava.

[akite]

Poor Frannie. *sniff* Wonderful portrayal.

[lalejandra]

oh, sad. Poor Frannie.