DRABBLE: Not a Shadow (Luna/Bill, June 2008)
[100 words, U. Written for cesario. Her prompts were river, smoke, sundial (for a drabble-by-mail exchange organised by catrinella).]
No one would ever think to call Luna “beautiful,” Bill reflected, but there were so many things about her that reminded him of his first wife. As he watched her feeding the ducks from their punt, he mused on how she was one of the most self-possessed women he knew. Like Fleur, she knew how to hold her own in a fight. Like Fleur, she wasn’t prey to the smoke and mirrors of conventional wisdom or mores. Like Fleur, she was true steel-- always ready to cover his back, whether they were under siege from exploding sundials or malevolent moonstones.
No one would ever think to call Luna “beautiful,” Bill reflected, but there were so many things about her that reminded him of his first wife. As he watched her feeding the ducks from their punt, he mused on how she was one of the most self-possessed women he knew. Like Fleur, she knew how to hold her own in a fight. Like Fleur, she wasn’t prey to the smoke and mirrors of conventional wisdom or mores. Like Fleur, she was true steel-- always ready to cover his back, whether they were under siege from exploding sundials or malevolent moonstones.