Drabble Challenge Entry #16
Title: Scenes in a Park
Rating: PG
Summary: Susan contemplates a leaf and various others enjoying the autumn scenery in Hyde Park.
A/N: So this entry doesn't directly mention Caspian or their relationship but it eludes to it in very creative and subtle ways. *or at least I would like to think so ;-D*
Susan Pevensie sat on a bench in Hyde Park, her stylish black suit, veiled hat and gloves unobtrusive against the stunning backdrop of autumn in London. Looking up into the trees that splayed their half-naked branches against the overcast sky, she caught sight of a small leaf fighting valiantly against the wind that threatened to rip it from its home. She tilted her head and watched the orange fabric of nature's quilt as it was unceremoniously torn from the only place it had ever known. It fluttered to the ground in an erratic and unpatterned path, turning over and about as it went, before coming to rest on the already leaf-littered ground.
Life is like that. You never know when it's going to be stolen from you, your love and devotion not enough to save yourself or anyone else.
Her eyes turned to the doe-eyed couples meandering past her bench. Hands held and soft smiles meant only for one other. One pair sought refuge from the cold under a leafless tree and in the warmth of a kiss.
Two siblings skipped past, one boy and one girl. They rolled their eyes at the argument of their elder brother and sister trailing behind them.
"He's not good enough for you, Marilyn!"
"He's plenty good enough, Roger! You just leave us alone!"
"Absolutely not."
"Are you forbidding me from seeing him?"
The young man stammered a moment but stood firm in his opinion. "Yes. He’s no good."
She scoffed angrily and crossed her arms. "I still don’t see what exactly it is that you have against him. Before we went out, he was a good friend of yours."
"He was not! I’ve always thought him an arrogant prat."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "Arrogant prat? I think I could turn that around on you just fine."
"Go right ahead. He's going to get you in trouble."
The conversation faded as the four traipsed away down the path and a small, sad smile bloomed on Susan's face. Picking up her clutch from beside her, she stood and made her way in the opposite direction the children had taken. She had a funeral to go to.