Three Ficlets from secondcityrpg
Note: All written for secondcityrpg, for the Drabble Meme.
Prompt: Automail Woes
Winry ran her hands over the toolbox before using her thumbs to flip the latches up. She pushed the lid open, looking inside at the array of tools, all in perfect order, all gleaming, shiny and new. Lifting the tray, she surveyed the rows of socket heads with their wrench, star drivers, screwdrivers. Winry picked up the three-sixteenths socket, holding it up to eye level and looking through it before setting it back in its place. She replaced the tray and closed the lid, latching the toolbox closed.
New tools, all perfect for working on automail.
And there was no automail to work on.
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Prompts: A snowplow, a mask, and some carrots
"Perfect, Thomas, thanks." Winry waved at him, knowing her voice wouldn't carry.
Cutting the engine to the snowplow, he leaned his elbows out the window of his Hummer. "I don't suppose you'd like to give me a clue what you're doing?"
Winry hummed to herself, starting rolling the snow. She pushed down the scarf she was using to mask her mouth, to keep the air warm as it entered her lungs. "Making a snow man. Why else would I ask you to bring me carrots?"
note: Thomas is Thomas Raith, another character in Second City.
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Prompts: Apple Pie and Ice Cream
The apple pie sat on the counter, steaming softly. At the table, Winry leaned her chin in her hand, waiting for the scent to bring them thundering into the kitchen. "Al? Ed?" she called, when she didn't hear them coming. "I made pie. I even got you ice cream, Al."
The apartment remained silent, no cheerful voices, no one shouting that he'd be right there.
Winry stared at the pie, watching as it cooled and eventually stopped steaming before she rose, pushing her chair back under the table carefully, and left the room.
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Prompt: Automail Woes
Winry ran her hands over the toolbox before using her thumbs to flip the latches up. She pushed the lid open, looking inside at the array of tools, all in perfect order, all gleaming, shiny and new. Lifting the tray, she surveyed the rows of socket heads with their wrench, star drivers, screwdrivers. Winry picked up the three-sixteenths socket, holding it up to eye level and looking through it before setting it back in its place. She replaced the tray and closed the lid, latching the toolbox closed.
New tools, all perfect for working on automail.
And there was no automail to work on.
* * *
Prompts: A snowplow, a mask, and some carrots
"Perfect, Thomas, thanks." Winry waved at him, knowing her voice wouldn't carry.
Cutting the engine to the snowplow, he leaned his elbows out the window of his Hummer. "I don't suppose you'd like to give me a clue what you're doing?"
Winry hummed to herself, starting rolling the snow. She pushed down the scarf she was using to mask her mouth, to keep the air warm as it entered her lungs. "Making a snow man. Why else would I ask you to bring me carrots?"
note: Thomas is Thomas Raith, another character in Second City.
* * *
Prompts: Apple Pie and Ice Cream
The apple pie sat on the counter, steaming softly. At the table, Winry leaned her chin in her hand, waiting for the scent to bring them thundering into the kitchen. "Al? Ed?" she called, when she didn't hear them coming. "I made pie. I even got you ice cream, Al."
The apartment remained silent, no cheerful voices, no one shouting that he'd be right there.
Winry stared at the pie, watching as it cooled and eventually stopped steaming before she rose, pushing her chair back under the table carefully, and left the room.
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