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winterThis is just an exercise in writing my versions of Willy Wonka and Violet Beauregard, under 400 words and under 15 minutes. There will be other vignettes (definitely Veruca and Charlie, quite possibly Augustus and Mike as well), exploring the perennial question of "what happens next".
This happens seven years after the movie. Violet is seventeen. The children kept in touch after the factory tour, and since they could only talk about their experiences with each other, they became friends of a sort.
If anyone can point me to a place to post Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fics, I'd be grateful.
SWEET EMOTION
I. CHEWING GUM
At night, every hospital turns into a dungeon. The walls move in, crushing every hope you ever had. The industrial beige turns rust-red at the edges with old blood.
When he comes in, Violet is standing in front of the bay window in the waiting room. Her eyes are closed, but her head moves unerringly, as if she could see Willy through pale skin and mauve eye shadow. She doesn't make a sound, but years with the Oompa-Loompas taught him how to understand body language.
Why?
"Charlie said we should come," he says, summoning a brittle smile. "And he still doesn't have his license, so even though you don't need a license for the elevator-" He laughs nervously.
Violet opens her eyes, which are purple, a trace of the old magic. Six, seven years ago now, and she's almost of a height with Willy.
"My mother won't die," she says. "She's a winner. Not like that."
Not from a botched plastic surgery, Willy understands. Not from a septic shock, not that simple, not that stupid.
She's trembling, very slowly, and it reminds him of the first time they met.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I've noticed that people like hugs when they're troubled!" he announces brightly. Then, with more hesitation: "Would - you... like... a hug?"
She nods and seems to understand how much that offer means, because she puts her hands on his shoulders gingerly and just lays her face on the lapel of his coat. After a moment, he puts an arm around her, because that's the way his father hugs him.
"You smell of chewing gum," Violet says after a while.
"I've been making a new kind. You can blow it into a series of bubbles and they stay blown - you can build whole structures out of them. It's very creative."
"I'm sure I'll love it," she says.
And later, when Charlie's unrelenting stubbornness wears out the hospital's reluctance about letting non-credentialed practitioners treat a patient, when the good doctors McCoy repay the favours they both happen to be owing Wilbur Wonka, when a woman is brought back from the brink of organ failure, Violet tries the Sculpti-Gum and pronounces it the greatest thing she's ever chewed.
~FINIS~
Comment? (Yes/No/Oompa-Loompa!)
This happens seven years after the movie. Violet is seventeen. The children kept in touch after the factory tour, and since they could only talk about their experiences with each other, they became friends of a sort.
If anyone can point me to a place to post Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fics, I'd be grateful.
SWEET EMOTION
I. CHEWING GUM
At night, every hospital turns into a dungeon. The walls move in, crushing every hope you ever had. The industrial beige turns rust-red at the edges with old blood.
When he comes in, Violet is standing in front of the bay window in the waiting room. Her eyes are closed, but her head moves unerringly, as if she could see Willy through pale skin and mauve eye shadow. She doesn't make a sound, but years with the Oompa-Loompas taught him how to understand body language.
Why?
"Charlie said we should come," he says, summoning a brittle smile. "And he still doesn't have his license, so even though you don't need a license for the elevator-" He laughs nervously.
Violet opens her eyes, which are purple, a trace of the old magic. Six, seven years ago now, and she's almost of a height with Willy.
"My mother won't die," she says. "She's a winner. Not like that."
Not from a botched plastic surgery, Willy understands. Not from a septic shock, not that simple, not that stupid.
She's trembling, very slowly, and it reminds him of the first time they met.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I've noticed that people like hugs when they're troubled!" he announces brightly. Then, with more hesitation: "Would - you... like... a hug?"
She nods and seems to understand how much that offer means, because she puts her hands on his shoulders gingerly and just lays her face on the lapel of his coat. After a moment, he puts an arm around her, because that's the way his father hugs him.
"You smell of chewing gum," Violet says after a while.
"I've been making a new kind. You can blow it into a series of bubbles and they stay blown - you can build whole structures out of them. It's very creative."
"I'm sure I'll love it," she says.
And later, when Charlie's unrelenting stubbornness wears out the hospital's reluctance about letting non-credentialed practitioners treat a patient, when the good doctors McCoy repay the favours they both happen to be owing Wilbur Wonka, when a woman is brought back from the brink of organ failure, Violet tries the Sculpti-Gum and pronounces it the greatest thing she's ever chewed.
~FINIS~
Comment? (Yes/No/Oompa-Loompa!)
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Late with the comments...
Date: 2005-11-06 02:10 am (UTC)That's a great opening paragraph too, very descriptive and oddly creepy.
At night, every hospital turns into a dungeon. The walls move in, crushing every hope you ever had. The industrial beige turns rust-red at the edges with old blood.
I like the way the reaction is so uncertain, and not entirely appropriately delivered. Splendidly in character!
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I've noticed that people like hugs when they're troubled!" he announces brightly. Then, with more hesitation: "Would - you... like... a hug?"
Just great!
Re: Late with the comments...
Date: 2005-11-06 12:36 pm (UTC)