doll_revolution (
doll-revolution.livejournal.com) wrote in
ds_flashfiction2003-05-19 03:14 pm
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
another one
it's much shorter, though. and a little strange. oh, well.
The snow was falling ever heavier, obscuring my vision, obscuring the trail I followed. Darkness was fast approaching, the wind was picking up, and I had been forced to abandon my supplies late yesterday afternoon. It seemed as if nature itself was conspiring against me.
Even though death seemed a certainty, I knew I would press onwards. I would make the arrest, or I would die. ‘Determined, tenacious, a true Fraser’, my father would say. ‘You’d cut off your nose to spite your face,’ would be my grandmother’s opinion. Pride, tenacity, stupidity – whatever it was that drove me, I knew that I would not quit, not as long as I had breath in my body.
Suddenly, there she was. Curled into a tight ball, huddling from the whipping wind in the lea of a cliff, she looked more like a beaten animal than a hardened criminal. Still, I approached her slowly, cautiously.
Somehow, she must have heard me. She lifted her head, flinging a heavy curtain of hair off her face. She turned to face me, and as her dark eyes met mine, I felt my heart stutter in my chest, my breath caught, and then. . .
Everything changed.
200 words
The snow was falling ever heavier, obscuring my vision, obscuring the trail I followed. Darkness was fast approaching, the wind was picking up, and I had been forced to abandon my supplies late yesterday afternoon. It seemed as if nature itself was conspiring against me.
Even though death seemed a certainty, I knew I would press onwards. I would make the arrest, or I would die. ‘Determined, tenacious, a true Fraser’, my father would say. ‘You’d cut off your nose to spite your face,’ would be my grandmother’s opinion. Pride, tenacity, stupidity – whatever it was that drove me, I knew that I would not quit, not as long as I had breath in my body.
Suddenly, there she was. Curled into a tight ball, huddling from the whipping wind in the lea of a cliff, she looked more like a beaten animal than a hardened criminal. Still, I approached her slowly, cautiously.
Somehow, she must have heard me. She lifted her head, flinging a heavy curtain of hair off her face. She turned to face me, and as her dark eyes met mine, I felt my heart stutter in my chest, my breath caught, and then. . .
Everything changed.
200 words
no subject
no subject
thank you kindly. ^__^
no subject
no subject
no subject
you know, for fraser, i bet it was akin to getting hit in the hed with a giant metal club. he never saw it coming.
no subject
Nice job!
no subject
was it all a head game? did she love him just a little? a lot, and she turned while in jail? was it vengence for the jail or for the spurning or both or none? what what what????
arrgh.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Oooh, what I love about this? is that grandma is so, so right.
no subject
fraser's got the grudge-keeping thing down to an art.
no subject
-R