Challenge 15: The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Moon
Title: The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Moon
Author: thirstyrobot
Words: 200
Genre: FPS
Characters/Pairing: Howard/Vince overtones
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property, alas. Not even the title. Not even the (lack of) plot!
Notes: For Challenge 15, Time and Memory. Quite forcefully inspired by a couple of recent shorts by monooccularcat, to whom I tip my metaphorical hat and offer my apologies. I have a terrible feeling that more or less this exact thing may already exist somewhere, but maybe that's my brain gone jumbledy. Oh, and I suppose this is a bit sappy.
The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Moon
It doesn't make sense; when Howard tries to think back, it's all a mad jumble. A small wild girl-boy-child Vince the first day of Year 6, barely able to read or understand why he can't wear a skirt or sit on the floor during lessons but adept at telling fantastic stories with made-up words and crayons, right alongside one fifteen and gawky, looking at Howard with stars in his eyes. Howard played smoky Jazz clubs with Mrs Gideon, spent his gap year flask-shopping and continent-hopping and being a bin-man, and maybe, once, was a postman. He argued with Vince's foster mother that Vince was old enough to make his own decisions, made a pact on leaving school that they'd always be together, visited the Arctic at least three different ways.
Whatever the history is, Vince lived through it all too and recalls this version or that as it suits, and isn't bothered that they don't always match up, so maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe what matters is that here they are, still, ultimately the two of them against the world. Maybe what matters is the universal truth of a familiar hand in his, even when he says 'don't touch me.'
Author: thirstyrobot
Words: 200
Genre: FPS
Characters/Pairing: Howard/Vince overtones
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my property, alas. Not even the title. Not even the (lack of) plot!
Notes: For Challenge 15, Time and Memory. Quite forcefully inspired by a couple of recent shorts by monooccularcat, to whom I tip my metaphorical hat and offer my apologies. I have a terrible feeling that more or less this exact thing may already exist somewhere, but maybe that's my brain gone jumbledy. Oh, and I suppose this is a bit sappy.
The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Moon
It doesn't make sense; when Howard tries to think back, it's all a mad jumble. A small wild girl-boy-child Vince the first day of Year 6, barely able to read or understand why he can't wear a skirt or sit on the floor during lessons but adept at telling fantastic stories with made-up words and crayons, right alongside one fifteen and gawky, looking at Howard with stars in his eyes. Howard played smoky Jazz clubs with Mrs Gideon, spent his gap year flask-shopping and continent-hopping and being a bin-man, and maybe, once, was a postman. He argued with Vince's foster mother that Vince was old enough to make his own decisions, made a pact on leaving school that they'd always be together, visited the Arctic at least three different ways.
Whatever the history is, Vince lived through it all too and recalls this version or that as it suits, and isn't bothered that they don't always match up, so maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe what matters is that here they are, still, ultimately the two of them against the world. Maybe what matters is the universal truth of a familiar hand in his, even when he says 'don't touch me.'