30 days of Oz. Day one: Holding Hands
A normal people for the thirtieth birthday (few days ago) would have give to herself a bag instead I want to try to (give me) make the OTP 30 Day Challenge but because there is the prompt "Spooning" and i'm a bad person it has become 30 Days of Oz. And i wanted to write about others paring and not only B/K (ok especially B/K because they are B/K).
(Btw i gave myself a bag too)
Eng is always not my first language.
First chapter: spoiler for season 6. Mentions of character death.
Paring: Tricia Ross/ Kareem Said
“Goodson Truman is dead.” Said Karen during one of their weekly phone calls.
“Who is Goodson Truman?” She answers. They were chatting about silly stuff. Who married who, their friend Lysa who gave birth to a baby that reminded a rat to Karen, what dress Tricia could wear when she mets the parents of his new boyfriend. Tricia doesn’t remember a Goodson in his life, only a Gordon, Gordon Pullman from the highschool but Karen doesn’t know him.
“Goodson Truman, that man, that prisoner. Oh wait that was his previous name, now he is Kareem Said. He was Kareem Said, in fact.”
Tricia’s mind goes blank. Karen continues to talk but she doesn’t listen anything.
“You knew him, right? He was that man that convinced you to sue the prison for your brother’s death, right? I’ve read that he was killed in prison but the newspaper didn’t write how happened. I suppose that that kind of stuff happen in prison, all that violent men, you know. Pat, are you still here?”
She is. She is still here and she isn’t. In that moment Tricia Ross isn’t in California at the phone with her best friend talking about some prisoner that she knew.
In that moment she is in Oz again, in the visiting room. Her hair are longer, her skin paler. She is younger and more insecure but she is happy when she looks at that man in front of her. Totally happy even if they aren’t alone, even if the color of their skin is different, even if their religious is different (Tricia doesn’t believe in God but she believe in possibilities, she believe in dialogue and in herself) even if some men next to them are watching them, with a look that could kill Tricia. Kareem smiles to her and she laugh because she doesn’t listen to a single word of what he said and she knows that he could read it in her face. She feels a bit silly, like a teenage girl with her first crush and she think that it the first time. She never was a silly girl with a crush, she was wiser, more responsible than her age. Maybe this is the time to be silly. To be in love even if it’s difficult.
She takes his hands for the first time and smile to him. Maybe this is the time to be brave. Maybe this time it will be worth.
She is still here.
“I didn’t even know his name.” She murmurs.
It’s right. She didn’t know his real name, she didn’t know how he was outside, she didn’t know how he kissed, how he loved. She didn’t met his mother, his sister. She didn’t watched a silly reality show on tv lying on the couch with him. She didn’t even know his name. And yet in that moment she remembers how his fingers fit with her, the warmth of his skin in her hand and it seems enough.
(Btw i gave myself a bag too)
Eng is always not my first language.
First chapter: spoiler for season 6. Mentions of character death.
Paring: Tricia Ross/ Kareem Said
“Goodson Truman is dead.” Said Karen during one of their weekly phone calls.
“Who is Goodson Truman?” She answers. They were chatting about silly stuff. Who married who, their friend Lysa who gave birth to a baby that reminded a rat to Karen, what dress Tricia could wear when she mets the parents of his new boyfriend. Tricia doesn’t remember a Goodson in his life, only a Gordon, Gordon Pullman from the highschool but Karen doesn’t know him.
“Goodson Truman, that man, that prisoner. Oh wait that was his previous name, now he is Kareem Said. He was Kareem Said, in fact.”
Tricia’s mind goes blank. Karen continues to talk but she doesn’t listen anything.
“You knew him, right? He was that man that convinced you to sue the prison for your brother’s death, right? I’ve read that he was killed in prison but the newspaper didn’t write how happened. I suppose that that kind of stuff happen in prison, all that violent men, you know. Pat, are you still here?”
She is. She is still here and she isn’t. In that moment Tricia Ross isn’t in California at the phone with her best friend talking about some prisoner that she knew.
In that moment she is in Oz again, in the visiting room. Her hair are longer, her skin paler. She is younger and more insecure but she is happy when she looks at that man in front of her. Totally happy even if they aren’t alone, even if the color of their skin is different, even if their religious is different (Tricia doesn’t believe in God but she believe in possibilities, she believe in dialogue and in herself) even if some men next to them are watching them, with a look that could kill Tricia. Kareem smiles to her and she laugh because she doesn’t listen to a single word of what he said and she knows that he could read it in her face. She feels a bit silly, like a teenage girl with her first crush and she think that it the first time. She never was a silly girl with a crush, she was wiser, more responsible than her age. Maybe this is the time to be silly. To be in love even if it’s difficult.
She takes his hands for the first time and smile to him. Maybe this is the time to be brave. Maybe this time it will be worth.
She is still here.
“I didn’t even know his name.” She murmurs.
It’s right. She didn’t know his real name, she didn’t know how he was outside, she didn’t know how he kissed, how he loved. She didn’t met his mother, his sister. She didn’t watched a silly reality show on tv lying on the couch with him. She didn’t even know his name. And yet in that moment she remembers how his fingers fit with her, the warmth of his skin in her hand and it seems enough.