sweet southern comfort (nora)
title. sweet southern comfort.
fandom. original verse.
character/pairing. nora.
summary. There's nothing like a late rainy afternoon in North Carolina.
rating. pg.
author. britt.
disclaimer. I wrote this. All by myself. So, it's mine. Don't steal it. Please. :D
a/n. I wrote this a while ago and posted it in one of my older communities, but because this community is now where Tay and I post all of our fic, fanmixes, ficmixes, and manips, I decided to post it here for you all to read! ♥
I. Sight
The stretch of land in front of her rolls on for as far as she can see and the tall grass sways slightly in the cool, spring breeze. She smiles up at the sun, soaking in its warm rays. She's never seen a place so beautiful and to be honest, she's sure she never wants to leave.
Nora turns to Gloria, the real estate agent, with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll take it," she says, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.
A pleasant smile crosses Gloria's face and she shakes hands with Nora. "You can start moving in tomorrow, if you like," she offers.
Her eyes sparkle with delight and she nods gratefully. Gloria walks off the deck toward the front of the house, her cell phone already at her ear.
Nora sits down on the plastic lawn chair that faces the field behind her new house. She breathes in the fresh air and watches her small dog run around the pond and inbetween bushes. She props her feet up on the foot rest and decides this is must be what heaven's like.
II. Sound
Nora curls her feet beneath her as she pulls her favorite quilted blanket over her lap. Her dog, Jake, jumps onto the couch and rests his head on her knee. She smiles and pats his head gently, his hair tickling the palm of her hand.
She grabs a book from the coffee table and turns on the lamp next to her. The worn pages of Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice crinkle as she turns its pages to where she left off last night.
The soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof lulls Jake to sleep on the plaid couch. Nora pauses, marking the page with her bookmark, and slowly gets up to look out the window. She cracks it open and listens as the rain starts to pick up. There's nothing like a late rainy afternoon in North Carolina.
III. Smell
Nora opens her closet door in attempt to find something decent to wear for her interview at Southern Belle, a popular magazine sold in the south. She pulls out a little black dress and tosses it on the bed. Too dressy. She pulls out a floral blouse and hangs it on the door knob. Too casual.
She does this until she comes across an old flannel shirt in a ziplock bag. A small gasp escapes through her lips and she picks it up carefully. Nora runs her finger through the zipper until it opens and a familar scent fills her nostrils. It's his scent. Matthew's scent.
Tears sting her eyes as she drops the bag and pulls the flannel shirt against her chest. It's been 5 long years since she's touched this shirt or smelled it's scent. A mix of minty chewing gum and stale coffee.
Nora allows a few tears to trickle down her cheek before folding the shirt and placing it neatly back in the ziplock bag. She wipes her tear-stained cheeks and tucks the bag away in a box at the back of her closet. She grabs her softest sweater and a pair of slacks while reminding herself that Matthew would want her to move on with her life and be happy, only stopping to remember the happy memories she had with him.
IV. Taste
"Come on, Jack! Come on, boy!" Nora calls up the stairs as she claps her hands. Little Jack comes running down the stairs, chasing her into the kitchen where he knows dinner is waiting for him. She sets a bowl down in front of him and watches him eat for a moment before turning back to the counter.
She grabs the nearest apple and starts to peel it over the sink. Then she cuts it in small pieces and and sets them to the side. This goes on for almost 30 minutes before she makes the crust for the pie. She then puts the apples inside the crust and slides the dish into the oven.
Nora sits down at the kitchen table and opens up the newspaper, scanning each section carefully so she can keep up with the town news and events. She can hear Jake's tags jingling as he licks his bowl clean before scampering away to play in another room in the house.
The timer beeps an hour later, signalling that the apple pie is finished. She leans over the oven, ovenmitt in hand, and pulls the dish from the oven.
After letting it cool on the rack for a few minutes, she cuts herself a small slice and places it onto a plate. She grabs a fork and scoops up her first bite. She's never made apple pie before.
The intoxicating aroma is nothing compared to the taste. The cinnamon and apple mixed together in a flaky, delicious crust melts in her mouth. She's never tasted anything sweeter than this.
V. Touch
Nora grabs the handle of a basket at the grocery store as she walks in and slides it onto her arm. She grabs a bunch of bananas & a couple small bags of grapes and sets them in her basket.
She waves hello to her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Jones, and continues down the next aisle without looking. She runs right into a man going in the opposite direction. Nora prepares herself for the fall but it never comes. The man she ran into is holding onto her hips to stop her from falling.
"I'm s-s-so sorry!" she stutters uncomfortably; the feel of his hands on her hips is keeping her from thinking clearly.
"It's my fault," he says, finally letting go after he makes sure she's got her balance. He holds out his hand to her. "I'm Caleb."
"I'm Nora," she smiles, pressing her palm to his as they shake hands.
"It's nice to meet you, Nora. I hope I have the pleasure of running into you again sometime." His deep voice echoes softly down the aisle and she blushes, the lightest shade of pink tinting her cheeks.
"Goodbye, Caleb," she says, a flirtatious smile gracing her face as she walks past him and he turns his head to watch her walk away.
"Goodbye, Nora."
As she continues on her way down the aisle, she can't keep the smile off her face. Maybe, just maybe she'll finally get her happily ever after...© cresents; 2008. property of brittany s.
fandom. original verse.
character/pairing. nora.
summary. There's nothing like a late rainy afternoon in North Carolina.
rating. pg.
author. britt.
disclaimer. I wrote this. All by myself. So, it's mine. Don't steal it. Please. :D
a/n. I wrote this a while ago and posted it in one of my older communities, but because this community is now where Tay and I post all of our fic, fanmixes, ficmixes, and manips, I decided to post it here for you all to read! ♥
I. Sight
The stretch of land in front of her rolls on for as far as she can see and the tall grass sways slightly in the cool, spring breeze. She smiles up at the sun, soaking in its warm rays. She's never seen a place so beautiful and to be honest, she's sure she never wants to leave.
Nora turns to Gloria, the real estate agent, with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll take it," she says, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.
A pleasant smile crosses Gloria's face and she shakes hands with Nora. "You can start moving in tomorrow, if you like," she offers.
Her eyes sparkle with delight and she nods gratefully. Gloria walks off the deck toward the front of the house, her cell phone already at her ear.
Nora sits down on the plastic lawn chair that faces the field behind her new house. She breathes in the fresh air and watches her small dog run around the pond and inbetween bushes. She props her feet up on the foot rest and decides this is must be what heaven's like.
II. Sound
Nora curls her feet beneath her as she pulls her favorite quilted blanket over her lap. Her dog, Jake, jumps onto the couch and rests his head on her knee. She smiles and pats his head gently, his hair tickling the palm of her hand.
She grabs a book from the coffee table and turns on the lamp next to her. The worn pages of Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice crinkle as she turns its pages to where she left off last night.
The soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof lulls Jake to sleep on the plaid couch. Nora pauses, marking the page with her bookmark, and slowly gets up to look out the window. She cracks it open and listens as the rain starts to pick up. There's nothing like a late rainy afternoon in North Carolina.
III. Smell
Nora opens her closet door in attempt to find something decent to wear for her interview at Southern Belle, a popular magazine sold in the south. She pulls out a little black dress and tosses it on the bed. Too dressy. She pulls out a floral blouse and hangs it on the door knob. Too casual.
She does this until she comes across an old flannel shirt in a ziplock bag. A small gasp escapes through her lips and she picks it up carefully. Nora runs her finger through the zipper until it opens and a familar scent fills her nostrils. It's his scent. Matthew's scent.
Tears sting her eyes as she drops the bag and pulls the flannel shirt against her chest. It's been 5 long years since she's touched this shirt or smelled it's scent. A mix of minty chewing gum and stale coffee.
Nora allows a few tears to trickle down her cheek before folding the shirt and placing it neatly back in the ziplock bag. She wipes her tear-stained cheeks and tucks the bag away in a box at the back of her closet. She grabs her softest sweater and a pair of slacks while reminding herself that Matthew would want her to move on with her life and be happy, only stopping to remember the happy memories she had with him.
IV. Taste
"Come on, Jack! Come on, boy!" Nora calls up the stairs as she claps her hands. Little Jack comes running down the stairs, chasing her into the kitchen where he knows dinner is waiting for him. She sets a bowl down in front of him and watches him eat for a moment before turning back to the counter.
She grabs the nearest apple and starts to peel it over the sink. Then she cuts it in small pieces and and sets them to the side. This goes on for almost 30 minutes before she makes the crust for the pie. She then puts the apples inside the crust and slides the dish into the oven.
Nora sits down at the kitchen table and opens up the newspaper, scanning each section carefully so she can keep up with the town news and events. She can hear Jake's tags jingling as he licks his bowl clean before scampering away to play in another room in the house.
The timer beeps an hour later, signalling that the apple pie is finished. She leans over the oven, ovenmitt in hand, and pulls the dish from the oven.
After letting it cool on the rack for a few minutes, she cuts herself a small slice and places it onto a plate. She grabs a fork and scoops up her first bite. She's never made apple pie before.
The intoxicating aroma is nothing compared to the taste. The cinnamon and apple mixed together in a flaky, delicious crust melts in her mouth. She's never tasted anything sweeter than this.
V. Touch
Nora grabs the handle of a basket at the grocery store as she walks in and slides it onto her arm. She grabs a bunch of bananas & a couple small bags of grapes and sets them in her basket.
She waves hello to her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Jones, and continues down the next aisle without looking. She runs right into a man going in the opposite direction. Nora prepares herself for the fall but it never comes. The man she ran into is holding onto her hips to stop her from falling.
"I'm s-s-so sorry!" she stutters uncomfortably; the feel of his hands on her hips is keeping her from thinking clearly.
"It's my fault," he says, finally letting go after he makes sure she's got her balance. He holds out his hand to her. "I'm Caleb."
"I'm Nora," she smiles, pressing her palm to his as they shake hands.
"It's nice to meet you, Nora. I hope I have the pleasure of running into you again sometime." His deep voice echoes softly down the aisle and she blushes, the lightest shade of pink tinting her cheeks.
"Goodbye, Caleb," she says, a flirtatious smile gracing her face as she walks past him and he turns his head to watch her walk away.
"Goodbye, Nora."
As she continues on her way down the aisle, she can't keep the smile off her face. Maybe, just maybe she'll finally get her happily ever after...© cresents; 2008. property of brittany s.