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Maps and Legends
Dom/Billy
double drabble (200 words)
G
This is a story only.
For the bdotp drabblefest.
Maps and Legends
Two boys lived at the bottom of the world in a town that teetered on the edge of the sea. They knew one day they would have to leave, because everyone leaves; it was a matter of their turn in line. So, each day, they awoke early in the morning and pushed off the inevitable by pretending. They pretended they lived in a world where immortality was possible. They pretended all roads were circles, meeting where ending, so a lost love could always find his way home to the love he missed most.
When they could no longer make believe, it was time to go. They left together, hoping that, in doing so, they would return together as well. But, between this time and that, they would be apart. One boy settled in his family’s town on an island in the cold northern sea. One boy crashed closer to home, on an island in the warm southern sea. To these waters, they walked, casting their hearts into the black-green and green-blue. The curl of the waves carried their hearts across the world, suspended in salty solution, preserved for their turn to circle the globe and discover what others only pretend.
Dom/Billy
double drabble (200 words)
G
This is a story only.
For the bdotp drabblefest.
Maps and Legends
Two boys lived at the bottom of the world in a town that teetered on the edge of the sea. They knew one day they would have to leave, because everyone leaves; it was a matter of their turn in line. So, each day, they awoke early in the morning and pushed off the inevitable by pretending. They pretended they lived in a world where immortality was possible. They pretended all roads were circles, meeting where ending, so a lost love could always find his way home to the love he missed most.
When they could no longer make believe, it was time to go. They left together, hoping that, in doing so, they would return together as well. But, between this time and that, they would be apart. One boy settled in his family’s town on an island in the cold northern sea. One boy crashed closer to home, on an island in the warm southern sea. To these waters, they walked, casting their hearts into the black-green and green-blue. The curl of the waves carried their hearts across the world, suspended in salty solution, preserved for their turn to circle the globe and discover what others only pretend.