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100 drabbles -- master list

1. Vacation
2. Fireworks
3. Camp
4. Bug
5. Wrath
6. Pride
7. Sloth
8. Greed
9. Lust
10. Envy
11. Gluttony
12. Chastity
13. Temperance
14. Charity
15. Diligence
16. Patience
17. Kindness
18. Humility
19. Twilight
20. Dawn
21. The first thing you broke
22. Storm
23. Dog Days
24. Shore
25. The last time you loved
26. Heat
27. Significant
28. Insignificant
29. The Kindness (or not) of Strangers
30. Stitches
31. Summer Cold
32. Road Trip
33. The last thing you lost
34. Tune
35. Burn
36. Ring
37. A strange sound
38. Sticky
39. Superstition
40. Breakdown
41. Run-in with Neighbors
42. Travel Troubles
43. Pitching a Tent
44. Baggage
45. The last time you were late
46. Endings
47. A summer sport
48. Revelation
49. Accidental discovery
50. Treasure
51. Picture of ants on a picnic blanket
52. Picture of a grill full of barbecued food
53. Picture of a box of old photographs
54. Picture of a broken clock
55. Picture of a red Chinese lantern
56. Picture of crossroads in a forest
57. Picture of dandelion and seeds
58. Picture of brightly-lit Ferris wheel
59. Picture of man fishing
60. Picture of a big frog
61. Picture of fruit salad
62. Picture of hermit crab in his shell
63. Picture of ice cream dropped on sand
64. Picture of glass of iced tea
65. Picture of floating life preserver
66. Picture of red balloon
67. Picture of palm tree bent nearly horizontal
68. Picture of silhouettes jumping off pier
69. Picture of return to Sender on envelope
70. Picture of sailboat against colorful sunset
71. Picture of elaborate sandcastle
72. Picture of a seashell
73. Picture of shooting star at dusk
74. Picture of some unusual sunbathers
75. Picture of kid with goggles swimming underwater
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Jun. 1st, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
#37 - a strange sound
Half-asleep to awake in an instant. From zero to mild panic. That is the pattern of her nights, lately.

In a hospital, it's never truly quiet -- there's always footsteps or a call bell or any one of a hundred other things. This was not one of those sounds.

Always the same fear -- Something has happened while she dozed in the chair, too tired to stay awake any longer. She has come to resent the time she spends asleep.

The sedated girl in the bed across from her never notices this. Dot sometimes resents her for that, for an instant.
Jun. 2nd, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
#34 - Tune
It just takes a few words to express a sentiment perfectly.
It takes two minutes and twenty seconds start to finish, to come to a realization that seems oh-so-obvious in hindsight.
It takes a lot of nerve, at first, to sing along with this particular song, even by yourself. This song means more, somehow. It does get easier as time goes on. Having an appreciative audience helps!
It will be with you forever after that. It will come to your lips for no reason at all.

"So long as you kiss me and the world around us shatters."
Jun. 4th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
#58 -Ferris Wheel
After the midway has been thoroughly explored, there's still plenty to do!
(Even though the bear is as big is you are and makes it hard to see where you're going...)
SO. MUCH. COTTON. CANDY! (So nice of Mom to hand hers over, wasn't it?)
Everything you own is going in the laundry when we get home, young lady.
Stay where we can see you, otherwise we'll have to have a little chat later on.
Dad. DAD. FATHER. Can we go NOW?
Alright, Sprout. Up we go! Wave to your mother!

Are we close enough to touch the fireworks now?
Jun. 4th, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
#38 -Sticky
(The continuing adventures of little!Dot)

"I didn't mean for it to happen. I was planting my marigolds. And then the DOG came by."
"And she was going to trample ALL OVER THEM so I chased her away. And then we played fetch, and then she got thirsty."
"So I dug a little hole and put some water in it for her, but she was still thirsty so I added more water"
"And THEN she rolled around in it!"
"And THEN she got too excited and jumped up on me! She knocked me over, right into the mud!"
"Sorry I chased her into the house, Mom."
Jun. 7th, 2010 07:18 am (UTC)
#2 - Fireworks
9:15. Right on time. The night sky is clear, the moon is bright. Perfect weather for fireworks!

Subletting the house was a good idea, even though settling back in after almost a year away is taking some getting used to.

The town hasn't changed much -- the fireworks are still the send-off to a day full of music and food in one of the bigger city parks.

Last summer was too much of a blur, with packing and getting everything ready to move out to California. No time to watch the fireworks then.

There they are! Like a personal welcome home.
Jun. 8th, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
#9 -Lust
Like someone has flipped a switch, and that is a delightful image. On. Off. On....
Acting out in public is a bad idea in a room full of children looking up to you. Looking up to you and ready to tell their parents that Auntie Dot looked a little spacy in class today...
Auntie Dot's mind was nowhere near the classroom today. Sorry kids. Her body was in the classroom even though it wanted to be at home, tangled in sheets and a warm and eager girl.

All 'international incidents' will have to wait for hometime.

Timer's set.

Tick, tock.

Jun. 12th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC)
#7 -Sloth
Wrung out. Tingly from head to toe. Drowsy and warm and...sated, for the time being anyway. FAR too content to even think about moving.
Much easier to stay right here, curled around and draped over another warm and sleepy girl.
Listen to the house settle and creak, the clock tick. Heartbeats and breath settling at last into a slower rhythm.
Eyes could slide closed at any second..except when a sudden quivering aftershock nudges them open for just a moment..
Even that must be carefully controlled -- too much movement will break the spell.

Better just to stay in bed.
Jun. 25th, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
#76 -Synchronicity (Author's Choice)
(Initiative research station 513, a respectable distance from the Cleveland Hellmouth. Early 2001)

Play. Pause. Notate. Rewind.

On the tape, the scuff of movement, material scraping against stone. Something warbles and is cut short, high-pitched and from far away.
Then singing, almost too quiet for the equipment to detect. "I just can't think who in the world is that girl; I know I met her somewhere.."

"Ma'am?" This is closer at hand, over her shoulder, and she jumps; she is unused to visitors now. This is the monster hour.

"Mr. Parker. Rewind this, please. What is this?" She has been replaying this for hours.

"Field audio from Sunnydale - the Drusilla Incident, ma'am."
Jun. 25th, 2010 05:33 am (UTC)
#77 -Sprout (Author's Choice)

Tromping barefoot through the yard, pulling the little red wagon full of Outside Things -- shovels and pots and gloves and the dirt claw. And the radio. Always the radio.
Stretching out RIGHT There, fingers and toes in the dirt that just got all plowed up.

"Dorothy Jane, what did I say? Whose bed is that?"

"The flowers?"

"That's right. And if you sleep in their bed, the flowers will have to sleep in yours. Is that what's supposed to happen?"

"...No. But it looks soft...."

"Soft for plants, not little girls. Come here, little Sprout."

Happiness is gardening with mom.
Jun. 28th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
#12 - Chastity
It's true that they are both past the age where parents can tell them what to do.
On the other hand, this is the family home.
So, compromise. Separate rooms. Everything above the board, isn't she just the best houseguest, Mom?
There's not even anything untoward happening yet (not that anyone needs to know that). Everything is still so new. Everything is a work in progress -- under construction.
But late at night when the rest of the house is asleep, cautiously and quietly they move from room to room.
Sometimes upstairs, sometimes downstairs, curling close and comfortable, together til sunrise.
Jul. 8th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
#78 - Owl Post (Author's Choice)
(This is not-exactly-canon, but was fun to write!)

"Yes, Spike. We love it. It is a perfect little house."
"NO you can't. We like our privacy, thank you!"
"NOW you suddenly don't want to see the house? That's nothing like what you just said two seconds ago.."
"You couldn't just come over anyway. It's hard to find, that's why!"
"Yes, Spike, that's exactly right. It is a magic house."
"That is certainly not bollocks. It honestly is a magic house!"
"I can't help what you believe or don't believe."
"Of course we get mail! Catalogs and ..no, not those kind of catalogs.."
"Owls deliver our mail. Yes, really!"
Jul. 8th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
#16 - Patience
(little!Dot. T - 2 days til summer!)

Sigh. School is Not Done Yet. How can fifteen minutes take two hours? It's almost the last day!
It is Just Not Fair. Especially when there's a tree full of squirrels and bird nests right over there!
Lunchtime would have been a good time to try and climb it but there was dodgeball!
Going out the window would be Very Bad -- even though that branch is So Close, the window is LOCKED and this is a second-story classroom.
Write one hundred words on what? By when? Tomorrow?? MORE NOT FAIR.
Homework is not as much fun as climbing trees.
Jul. 8th, 2010 03:54 pm (UTC)
#5 -Wrath
(little!Dot. The aftermath.)

"Ouch. That really hurts! Why does peroxide have to sting so much just to let you know that it's working?"
"That's gonna take two bandaids to cover up! She didn't have to scratch me!"
"Just because I called her a frog doesn't mean I think she really is one!"
"If she ran around at recess more often she might have been able to keep up with me! I wasn't going to just stand there and let her call me names too!"
"I will pull her stupid braid right off, next time. Promise!"
"Do all other girls fight so dirty, Mom?"
Jul. 14th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
#22 - Storm
(Present day. Present time.)

The weather in World's End is as unreal sometimes as the whole place is, but it is home.
Growing up in Granite City, there was a sublime joy in lying in the grass on the front lawn, eyes closed, face tilted up to the rain.
When you hear 'you should come in before you catch your death of cold' often enough, you can almost recite it; there was also a big fluffy towel and sometimes cocoa. It wasn't all bad.
Years later, small things have changed: the rain falls in quick sheets instead of steady soaks. The house is yours.
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