Fanfiction: Medium - A Perfect Picture
Here' a little Medium story for everyone to enjoy!
TITLE: A perfect picture
FANDOM: Medium
CHARACTERS: Allison, Joe, Ariel, Bridgette and Marie.
SUMMARY: It looks like a dream but is it one?
WORD COUNT: 521
RATING: G
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's the beauty of Medium, you can read, understand and hopefully appreciate the story even if you're not familiar with the show. Written for the
family_15 challenge, Prompt # 3: Children. ENJOY!
A Perfect Picture
She enters the house. It feels good and familiar. She steps in the corridor slowly and carefully in the semi-darkness before she gropes around for a lamp to switch on. The house is perfectly orderly, not a teddy bear in sight or a doll forgotten on the couch, only a pink sweater neatly folded on the back of a chair. Noticing a drawing and some crayons on the kitchen table, Allison smiles as she mentally pictures Marie playing with them. It seems that the family can perfectly survive without her for a few hours. She feels exhausted, but before she can finally put her head down, she wants to give her daughters a goodnight kiss. She opens Ariel’s door gently not to wake her and is surprised to find the bed empty. She heads for Bridgette and Marie’s room.
There they are. Her three daughters surround their father. Joe is reading a bedtime story she can imagine Bridgette asked unrelentingly. Her two eldest daughters are listening attentively. The youngest, Marie, is asleep her head settled comfortably on Joe’s chest, her tiny fingers keeping a tight hold on Mister Snooky her adored teddy bear.
She looks so sound asleep that neither her father’s low voice nor Bridgette’s chuckles have her move or raise an eyebrow. Sat motionless, Ariel seems like she is contemplating the whole situation, her blond air scattered on Joe’s left shoulder. She looks like a porcelain doll with her wide blue eyes, rosy lips and cheeks. Her oldest daughter is about to join Marie in dreamland. Ariel is about to fall asleep to a story she could recite considering how many times she heard it or read it herself to her sisters.
Allison smiles at what she sees. Her daughters have a father present for them and glad to read the same bedtime story for the hundredth time without making any fuss of it. Her husband is a good-hearted, reliable man and father. Everything her own father never was. This is her accomplishment and even if she has secretly promised herself to give her children what she missed, she can be glad and proud she has succeeded. She could watch that scene forever; this would make a perfect picture: the embodiment of happiness.
She doesn’t dare disturb them, so she stands still in the door frame a part of her wishing Joe never turns the last page of the book. A minute before the end of the story she slips away in the corridor contentment shining on her lips, to get to her bedroom. When Joe comes in some time later, Allison is half-asleep waiting for him. Joe’s only question revolves on what her girls-only evening was like. She smiles and explains that after a bad start, it turned out to be unforgettable. She cuddles in her husband’s arms just as she has seen her youngest daughter do, and wishes the same to everyone in the entire world, to feel safe and secure in their beloved's arms. She kisses Joe goodnight and closes her eyes ready for a night she hopes peaceful and free of nightmares.
THE END
I have 2 other to post, maybe tomorrow! Oh and please, feedback! Thank you ;-)
TITLE: A perfect picture
FANDOM: Medium
CHARACTERS: Allison, Joe, Ariel, Bridgette and Marie.
SUMMARY: It looks like a dream but is it one?
WORD COUNT: 521
RATING: G
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's the beauty of Medium, you can read, understand and hopefully appreciate the story even if you're not familiar with the show. Written for the
family_15 challenge, Prompt # 3: Children. ENJOY!
A Perfect Picture
She enters the house. It feels good and familiar. She steps in the corridor slowly and carefully in the semi-darkness before she gropes around for a lamp to switch on. The house is perfectly orderly, not a teddy bear in sight or a doll forgotten on the couch, only a pink sweater neatly folded on the back of a chair. Noticing a drawing and some crayons on the kitchen table, Allison smiles as she mentally pictures Marie playing with them. It seems that the family can perfectly survive without her for a few hours. She feels exhausted, but before she can finally put her head down, she wants to give her daughters a goodnight kiss. She opens Ariel’s door gently not to wake her and is surprised to find the bed empty. She heads for Bridgette and Marie’s room.
There they are. Her three daughters surround their father. Joe is reading a bedtime story she can imagine Bridgette asked unrelentingly. Her two eldest daughters are listening attentively. The youngest, Marie, is asleep her head settled comfortably on Joe’s chest, her tiny fingers keeping a tight hold on Mister Snooky her adored teddy bear.
She looks so sound asleep that neither her father’s low voice nor Bridgette’s chuckles have her move or raise an eyebrow. Sat motionless, Ariel seems like she is contemplating the whole situation, her blond air scattered on Joe’s left shoulder. She looks like a porcelain doll with her wide blue eyes, rosy lips and cheeks. Her oldest daughter is about to join Marie in dreamland. Ariel is about to fall asleep to a story she could recite considering how many times she heard it or read it herself to her sisters.
Allison smiles at what she sees. Her daughters have a father present for them and glad to read the same bedtime story for the hundredth time without making any fuss of it. Her husband is a good-hearted, reliable man and father. Everything her own father never was. This is her accomplishment and even if she has secretly promised herself to give her children what she missed, she can be glad and proud she has succeeded. She could watch that scene forever; this would make a perfect picture: the embodiment of happiness.
She doesn’t dare disturb them, so she stands still in the door frame a part of her wishing Joe never turns the last page of the book. A minute before the end of the story she slips away in the corridor contentment shining on her lips, to get to her bedroom. When Joe comes in some time later, Allison is half-asleep waiting for him. Joe’s only question revolves on what her girls-only evening was like. She smiles and explains that after a bad start, it turned out to be unforgettable. She cuddles in her husband’s arms just as she has seen her youngest daughter do, and wishes the same to everyone in the entire world, to feel safe and secure in their beloved's arms. She kisses Joe goodnight and closes her eyes ready for a night she hopes peaceful and free of nightmares.
THE END
I have 2 other to post, maybe tomorrow! Oh and please, feedback! Thank you ;-)