charloft's 100 drabbles in 100 days table here - a drabble will be 100 words. Feel free to toss ideas/requests my way. (As said there, the table is valid for all my Tron people...)
Lora didn't realize it was a bad idea until she saw that Sam was looking up intently at every masked person around them and found his way to the video games unerringly and within three minutes of arriving at the festival.
But when his face lit up and started pulling her in some direction, only to stand before a man (of about the right height and hair, she had to admit) and tugged his sleeve with the joyous, "Dad!", her stomach dropped with the realization of disaster.
There was no rain to hide the tears rolling down the boy's face.
006. Part-time jobchose_guardianJune 21 2011, 09:05:23 UTC
Her mother hadn't asked her what she was doing to get that influx to the college savings account, and Lora hadn't volunteered. It was hard enough to tear herself away from research to go wiping tables and serving drinks; justifying her choice - it was the highest-paid work she could get, right now - to her parents wasn't on her list of chores she wanted to add to her load.
Of course, when the two of them walked into the diner with an old - and snobby - family friends, that complicated matters considerably.
It wasn't easy to dream expensive dreams. What a surprise.
It had been raining when she walked to her car from the doctor's when she'd gotten her positive pregnancy result. She'd felt like dancing under the torrent, even though it was rather chill, March downpour.
It was warm today, and she didn't feel like getting into her car, so she walked around the parking lot, her clothes getting drenched and her make-up smearing down her face. It was the rain.
It was easier than going home and telling the result of this examination to the men she loved, her husband and her sons.
013. Independencechose_guardianJuly 21 2011, 08:41:08 UTC
Lora folded back the end of the freshly dried bedcover, like so.
The room was filled with her son's things, what he couldn't pack up or what he'd thought just belonged to this place, rather than where he'd moved out to, but it was too still, too silent already. She'd known this time would come, all mothers do.
And yet, in quiet moments like this and so soon, she couldn't help thinking again how getting his own place was independence for him… and also creating a hole in her and Alan's lives which she didn't know yet how to fill.
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But when his face lit up and started pulling her in some direction, only to stand before a man (of about the right height and hair, she had to admit) and tugged his sleeve with the joyous, "Dad!", her stomach dropped with the realization of disaster.
There was no rain to hide the tears rolling down the boy's face.
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Of course, when the two of them walked into the diner with an old - and snobby - family friends, that complicated matters considerably.
It wasn't easy to dream expensive dreams. What a surprise.
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It was warm today, and she didn't feel like getting into her car, so she walked around the parking lot, her clothes getting drenched and her make-up smearing down her face. It was the rain.
It was easier than going home and telling the result of this examination to the men she loved, her husband and her sons.
She would do it. Just not immediately.
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The room was filled with her son's things, what he couldn't pack up or what he'd thought just belonged to this place, rather than where he'd moved out to, but it was too still, too silent already. She'd known this time would come, all mothers do.
And yet, in quiet moments like this and so soon, she couldn't help thinking again how getting his own place was independence for him… and also creating a hole in her and Alan's lives which she didn't know yet how to fill.
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