Please, Sir, May I Have Another Oz Drabble Tree?
Hard to believe this is our 8th Oz Drabble Tree! If you want to take a look at the last seven: The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree, The Return of Oz Drabble Tree, The Little Oz Drabble Tree That Could, Are You There God? It's Oz Drabble Tree, Oz Drabble Tree Knows Best, In Oz Drabble Tree, No One Can Hear You Scream, This Is An Emergency Oz Drabble Tree hosted by trillingstar
The Rules
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment. Or you can leave comment to the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the week, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. If you don't want to read RPS, then look closely at the headers.
Starter Drabble
Our starter drabble was written by the lovely cmk418
They’ve been telling you for years, in silent and subtle ways, that you need to get out of the prison business. Now, as the bus pulls away from the building, you realize that now’s the time to do it, to make a clean break of things. This goes through your mind as you step off the bus, listen to Sean make the arrangements for the inmates’ check-in at their new destination. You hear the numbers that you heard every morning at count, mentally associating the details that go with that number, a name, a face, a sense of loss.
Your sense of loss. What do you need to do to be free of it?
You make a plan for escape. And it works for a time. You practice avoidance and find that you’re surprisingly good at it when you want to be. You don’t take phone calls. You throw yourself into your job, something that you’ve done before. Service work, but without the layers of bureaucracy that you had to navigate every day at Oz.
That’s where he finds you. Four years later and he looks a lifetime older as he sits at the counter of the diner watching you pour coffee for the patrons. You knew he would find you eventually, hiding here in plain sight, where anyone who had a clue about your past would look.
“Seems like old times,” he says.
You nod.
“Been some turnover at work.”
It doesn’t surprise you. The sense of purpose goes away, quickly for some, taking years for the more stubborn. There’s no way you…
“You know about Devlin.”
Of course. You haven’t been living under a rock.
“Querns is out too.”
“Oh.” You smile, unable to shake the old feelings that come to the surface.
“Time to come home, Tim.”
The Drabble Tree is officially closed!!! Thank you to everyone who participated and made this such an awesome tree!
The Rules
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment. Or you can leave comment to the writers at the announcement post at oz_rapsheet.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the week, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
11. RPS is allowed but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. If you don't want to read RPS, then look closely at the headers.
Starter Drabble
Our starter drabble was written by the lovely cmk418
They’ve been telling you for years, in silent and subtle ways, that you need to get out of the prison business. Now, as the bus pulls away from the building, you realize that now’s the time to do it, to make a clean break of things. This goes through your mind as you step off the bus, listen to Sean make the arrangements for the inmates’ check-in at their new destination. You hear the numbers that you heard every morning at count, mentally associating the details that go with that number, a name, a face, a sense of loss.
Your sense of loss. What do you need to do to be free of it?
You make a plan for escape. And it works for a time. You practice avoidance and find that you’re surprisingly good at it when you want to be. You don’t take phone calls. You throw yourself into your job, something that you’ve done before. Service work, but without the layers of bureaucracy that you had to navigate every day at Oz.
That’s where he finds you. Four years later and he looks a lifetime older as he sits at the counter of the diner watching you pour coffee for the patrons. You knew he would find you eventually, hiding here in plain sight, where anyone who had a clue about your past would look.
“Seems like old times,” he says.
You nod.
“Been some turnover at work.”
It doesn’t surprise you. The sense of purpose goes away, quickly for some, taking years for the more stubborn. There’s no way you…
“You know about Devlin.”
Of course. You haven’t been living under a rock.
“Querns is out too.”
“Oh.” You smile, unable to shake the old feelings that come to the surface.
“Time to come home, Tim.”
The Drabble Tree is officially closed!!! Thank you to everyone who participated and made this such an awesome tree!