Drabble #13 - Autumn Memoirs
Title: Autumn Memoirs.
Fandom: The Bartimaeus Trilogy.
Author: Ellie M.
Challenge/Prompt: None.
Pairing: None.
Genre: Mild Angst.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 282.
Synopsis: Nathaniel reflects on his past on a quiet October in the City.
Author's Notes:
Wrote this at 5am, waiting for my lovelies to come online. Yeah, it's a bit sad. It started out as a journal entry for natty_boy in polychromatic, but I think it's gone a bit beyond that.
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Autumn Memoirs
Autumn holds little joy for me.
I used to look out over the Thames from my office window during Octobers and Novembers. The river would be churning, cold, and the people no more than huddled, dark forms moving from one building to another on the slick sidewalks to escape the cold and the rain. Of course, how could one escape rain in such a place like London? The leaves were beautiful, then, no matter of how painful the work behind Parliament walls, the Resistance, Jane Farrar.
Lunches and after-meetings, I found myself escaping from the paperwork and Devereaux across the bridge to the Eye. I don’t know why. I’ve only done that once, but the memory comes back now. A cup of coffee and the quiet of the carriage and the city a shimmering grey and brown spread dotted with oranges and red.
Then my phone would ring, and it would be Piper, and back to reality for you, old boy.
I used to enjoy autumn. The short months before Christmas, snow and rain on the air, and the biting chill through coat and scarf. No longer, no more. Does autumn exist in the City? Will the leaves turn in the Forest, will the Fountain freeze in the months to come, and will the Square be filled with the unfortunate many that are trapped here for the holiday season? Does a Christmas even exist here, a new year, or will we be caught in a never-ending cycle, spinning and turning like the damnable Carousel that holds more power over us than hope?
Should I even care?
It’s autumn. It’s been a year. I am beyond caring.
Today was the day I died.
FIN
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Comments and crit would be lovely!
*smooch*
-Ellie
Fandom: The Bartimaeus Trilogy.
Author: Ellie M.
Challenge/Prompt: None.
Pairing: None.
Genre: Mild Angst.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 282.
Synopsis: Nathaniel reflects on his past on a quiet October in the City.
Author's Notes:
Wrote this at 5am, waiting for my lovelies to come online. Yeah, it's a bit sad. It started out as a journal entry for natty_boy in polychromatic, but I think it's gone a bit beyond that.
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Autumn Memoirs
Autumn holds little joy for me.
I used to look out over the Thames from my office window during Octobers and Novembers. The river would be churning, cold, and the people no more than huddled, dark forms moving from one building to another on the slick sidewalks to escape the cold and the rain. Of course, how could one escape rain in such a place like London? The leaves were beautiful, then, no matter of how painful the work behind Parliament walls, the Resistance, Jane Farrar.
Lunches and after-meetings, I found myself escaping from the paperwork and Devereaux across the bridge to the Eye. I don’t know why. I’ve only done that once, but the memory comes back now. A cup of coffee and the quiet of the carriage and the city a shimmering grey and brown spread dotted with oranges and red.
Then my phone would ring, and it would be Piper, and back to reality for you, old boy.
I used to enjoy autumn. The short months before Christmas, snow and rain on the air, and the biting chill through coat and scarf. No longer, no more. Does autumn exist in the City? Will the leaves turn in the Forest, will the Fountain freeze in the months to come, and will the Square be filled with the unfortunate many that are trapped here for the holiday season? Does a Christmas even exist here, a new year, or will we be caught in a never-ending cycle, spinning and turning like the damnable Carousel that holds more power over us than hope?
Should I even care?
It’s autumn. It’s been a year. I am beyond caring.
Today was the day I died.
FIN
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Comments and crit would be lovely!
*smooch*
-Ellie