Within Reach
Title: Within Reach
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Archive: not this one, no
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Anakin Skywalker, Tattooine, Pod racing and any other recognisable elements are the intellectual copyright of God… err… George Lucas This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: 100 word drabble for the Dream challenge on tpm100
Summary: All his life there was only one thing he’d ever really wanted to do. And now he was being given the chance to actually do it.
Year after year he would sit there on the warm rocks, watching the dust rise up, hearing the screams of the engines, the cheers of the crowd. He was never allowed to go any closer, it wasn’t safe said his mother. But he knew different. It was more than safe. It was everything. Everything he was and everything he wanted.
And now it meant everything. Not just to him, but to everyone. It was a chance, it was a gamble, and it was… it was freedom, for him and for his mother.
It was Boonta Eve and it was his.
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Archive: not this one, no
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Anakin Skywalker, Tattooine, Pod racing and any other recognisable elements are the intellectual copyright of God… err… George Lucas This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: 100 word drabble for the Dream challenge on tpm100
Summary: All his life there was only one thing he’d ever really wanted to do. And now he was being given the chance to actually do it.
Year after year he would sit there on the warm rocks, watching the dust rise up, hearing the screams of the engines, the cheers of the crowd. He was never allowed to go any closer, it wasn’t safe said his mother. But he knew different. It was more than safe. It was everything. Everything he was and everything he wanted.
And now it meant everything. Not just to him, but to everyone. It was a chance, it was a gamble, and it was… it was freedom, for him and for his mother.
It was Boonta Eve and it was his.