FM Challenge # 31 Obituary
Winters in Romania, are always harsh, bone-chilling wind that cuts one right through you, tend to keep the Romany’s inside. Few babies are born during the winter, the Romany’s, or gypsies, tend, being the free spirits they are, to be out and about during the springtime, basking in the awakening of new life, instead of creating it.
They tend to procreate, when it’s colder, as there are fewer things to do, and the winter is much more dangerous, as the sun tends to find its own form of hibernation, making life quite daring.
Technically, Jenny Calendar was born, February 20, 1970, although not silent, the sounds the cooing baby made, let her grandmother know that she was different than all of the other children in the clan.
The small birthmark, made her father smile with pride, her grandmother clasp her hands in joy, her mother having turned away cursing silently to herself, a male child would have been the head-of-the-clan, so now they’d have to try again. The birthmark of power was only another irritant, causing a jealousy in her mother that grew over the years, and became the seeds for the true conception of Jenny Calendar.
Although she was conceived from contempt, grew in the womb of discontent, her parents were responsibility and vengeance.
With the words, “Janna, you are clan,” the turning of her graceful head, long dark hair covering her face, and the almost unnoticeable wiping away of the hot, salt, arrant tear, mourning her arrival, Jenny Calendar was truly born, not far away a certain blonde-hair slayer was leaving cheerleader practice.
As time is counted by the clock, or pages of a calendar torn away or maybe even flipped to the next month, the days and years of her life were few; yet she was a master of disguise and hid it well; to the outside world, they saw a different person, they saw Janna.
Jenny had only responsibility, to ensure a cursed demon was never set free, and the world would remain safe. What a large task, for such tiny shoulders, for such, in the way we count time, impossible feat for a young child.
Miss Calendar loved only two things, teaching and a certain British librarian whom she betrayed.
With the words, “This is where you get off,” the brutal turning of her graceful head, long dark hair covering the classic features of her face, body limp, and the almost inaudible cracking of her neck, Jenny Calendar was dead only this time would be later in the evening, that one noticeable arrant tear, would be wiped away, mourning her death.
Jenny Calendar lived a short life, disappointed all, survived by none. In her grave lies Janna Kalderash, and an unborn male child, bearing the same birthmark.
//lock//Jenny Calendar was born again, not in the way one might assume, she didn’t find salvation, making her way through a crowd, to the alter to kneel on her knees, seeking forgiveness for her sins, she was just there, born in a cemetery. As time is counted on the clock, she didn’t even know her birthday date, technically, Janna Kalderash was born as well, the two personalities inhabiting one body would have to figure out how to make the two one. Born without family, or friends, Jenny prayed to the goddess things would be different this time. //unlock//
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count 560
They tend to procreate, when it’s colder, as there are fewer things to do, and the winter is much more dangerous, as the sun tends to find its own form of hibernation, making life quite daring.
Technically, Jenny Calendar was born, February 20, 1970, although not silent, the sounds the cooing baby made, let her grandmother know that she was different than all of the other children in the clan.
The small birthmark, made her father smile with pride, her grandmother clasp her hands in joy, her mother having turned away cursing silently to herself, a male child would have been the head-of-the-clan, so now they’d have to try again. The birthmark of power was only another irritant, causing a jealousy in her mother that grew over the years, and became the seeds for the true conception of Jenny Calendar.
Although she was conceived from contempt, grew in the womb of discontent, her parents were responsibility and vengeance.
With the words, “Janna, you are clan,” the turning of her graceful head, long dark hair covering her face, and the almost unnoticeable wiping away of the hot, salt, arrant tear, mourning her arrival, Jenny Calendar was truly born, not far away a certain blonde-hair slayer was leaving cheerleader practice.
As time is counted by the clock, or pages of a calendar torn away or maybe even flipped to the next month, the days and years of her life were few; yet she was a master of disguise and hid it well; to the outside world, they saw a different person, they saw Janna.
Jenny had only responsibility, to ensure a cursed demon was never set free, and the world would remain safe. What a large task, for such tiny shoulders, for such, in the way we count time, impossible feat for a young child.
Miss Calendar loved only two things, teaching and a certain British librarian whom she betrayed.
With the words, “This is where you get off,” the brutal turning of her graceful head, long dark hair covering the classic features of her face, body limp, and the almost inaudible cracking of her neck, Jenny Calendar was dead only this time would be later in the evening, that one noticeable arrant tear, would be wiped away, mourning her death.
Jenny Calendar lived a short life, disappointed all, survived by none. In her grave lies Janna Kalderash, and an unborn male child, bearing the same birthmark.
//lock//Jenny Calendar was born again, not in the way one might assume, she didn’t find salvation, making her way through a crowd, to the alter to kneel on her knees, seeking forgiveness for her sins, she was just there, born in a cemetery. As time is counted on the clock, she didn’t even know her birthday date, technically, Janna Kalderash was born as well, the two personalities inhabiting one body would have to figure out how to make the two one. Born without family, or friends, Jenny prayed to the goddess things would be different this time. //unlock//
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count 560