When the Match Burns Out (Gwen and Tom, PG, 100 words)
“But why did she do that?” Gwen's brown eyes looked wounded.
Her father hid a wince. Hans Christian Andersen was perhaps not the best bedtime story. But Gwen had loved the beautifully illustrated pages: the mother and her flower daughter, the fierce mermaid sisters with their shorn hair, the little dancer looking back at her soldier.
“Her grandmother was the only one who’d ever loved her,” Tom said. He had skipped over the part where the little match-seller’s father was abusive.
Gwen mulled this over, then said solemnly, “I won’t ask mum to take me with her. I have you.”
A/N: Answers merlin_flashfic's fairy tales challenge and writing_game's admire prompt.
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Her father hid a wince. Hans Christian Andersen was perhaps not the best bedtime story. But Gwen had loved the beautifully illustrated pages: the mother and her flower daughter, the fierce mermaid sisters with their shorn hair, the little dancer looking back at her soldier.
“Her grandmother was the only one who’d ever loved her,” Tom said. He had skipped over the part where the little match-seller’s father was abusive.
Gwen mulled this over, then said solemnly, “I won’t ask mum to take me with her. I have you.”
A/N: Answers merlin_flashfic's fairy tales challenge and writing_game's admire prompt.
Multi-fandom/original drabble tree @ mukashi2
Reminder: Each drabble must be based (however loosely) on a fairy tale, folklore, fable, myth or legend. Banner can be found here.