Drabbles: Non-vampire, non-Coldfire
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fyrie* I do write other things than vampires and Coldfire, you know. Alas, these are the weakest ones of today's batch...
SUMMER, BLOOMSBURY
She was feeding pigeons on Tavistock Square. It was reflex more than anything else, and a memory of someone she used to know.
There was a man across the street, leaning against a wall and trying to make a cat’s cradle with a piece of red wool between his fingers. He was tall and red-haired, and that was a memory too.
He looked up at her and smiled a smile that was impossible not to answer. Neither of them moved, but they smiled at each other, enjoying the serendipity of chance.
The Number 30 bus rolled between them. On the lower deck, a dark skinned boy looked at him, then at her.
The seventh of July was a festival of wishes, she remembered. She wished that her brothers were happy, all of them.
-FIN-
SHOW DOGS AND CALIFORNIA GIRLS
The little pekingese was walking aimlessly around a pillar in the hotel lobby. The same pillar Lorenzo had chosen to hide behind as he waited for the latest narco-boss on El’s hit list to make it into the hotel. He squatted down to rub the animal’s forehead, then wrapped his fingers gently around the embroidered collar, trying to steer it away.
The dog made a strange mechanical sound.
Lorenzo’s dark eyes widened as his fingers slipped through the dog’s fur and into a hidden compartment filled with – hand grenades?
He heard the click of a white cane on tile and scowled at the approaching gringo. Sands just smiled and squatted next to him, the two of them nothing but a pair of young men petting a small lapdog.
The American nodded at a slender figure at the reception desk. Blond hair, pink dress, fortyish, attractive.
“I think my mom’s in town.”
-FIN-
BTW, drabble requests still open, with modifications. Namely, no vampires except maybe Underworld, and no Coldfire :P C'mon, people - Star Wars? Batman Begins? Tolkien? Anyone? Bueller?
fyrie* I do write other things than vampires and Coldfire, you know. Alas, these are the weakest ones of today's batch...SUMMER, BLOOMSBURY
She was feeding pigeons on Tavistock Square. It was reflex more than anything else, and a memory of someone she used to know.
There was a man across the street, leaning against a wall and trying to make a cat’s cradle with a piece of red wool between his fingers. He was tall and red-haired, and that was a memory too.
He looked up at her and smiled a smile that was impossible not to answer. Neither of them moved, but they smiled at each other, enjoying the serendipity of chance.
The Number 30 bus rolled between them. On the lower deck, a dark skinned boy looked at him, then at her.
The seventh of July was a festival of wishes, she remembered. She wished that her brothers were happy, all of them.
-FIN-
SHOW DOGS AND CALIFORNIA GIRLS
The little pekingese was walking aimlessly around a pillar in the hotel lobby. The same pillar Lorenzo had chosen to hide behind as he waited for the latest narco-boss on El’s hit list to make it into the hotel. He squatted down to rub the animal’s forehead, then wrapped his fingers gently around the embroidered collar, trying to steer it away.
The dog made a strange mechanical sound.
Lorenzo’s dark eyes widened as his fingers slipped through the dog’s fur and into a hidden compartment filled with – hand grenades?
He heard the click of a white cane on tile and scowled at the approaching gringo. Sands just smiled and squatted next to him, the two of them nothing but a pair of young men petting a small lapdog.
The American nodded at a slender figure at the reception desk. Blond hair, pink dress, fortyish, attractive.
“I think my mom’s in town.”
-FIN-
BTW, drabble requests still open, with modifications. Namely, no vampires except maybe Underworld, and no Coldfire :P C'mon, people - Star Wars? Batman Begins? Tolkien? Anyone? Bueller?
