Spooked challenge by china shop
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Frannie gen, 500 words, G-rated. Character death.
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Visitation Rights
Josie was crying.
Frannie hauled herself out of bed, struggling against gravity and tiredness borne of many interrupted nights, and stumbled into the nursery next door to check on her. By the dim glow from the streetlight, she could see Josie's blanket was scrunched down around her legs, and her toy penguin was missing. It was probably lurking in the shadows beneath the cot.
Frannie picked Josie up and kissed her cheek, rubbed her back soothingly. "Shhhhhhh! It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here."
Josie hiccoughed.
"And where's poppa?" came a familiar voice from near the window. "That is, if she even has a poppa. Santa Maria, that I should live to see the day."
Frannie stiffened and turned slowly.
"You didn't live to see it, Ma, so give it a rest." Ma had passed away nearly seven months ago, but she still showed up every couple of weeks to give Frannie advice. She stood now, a shadowy spectre by the book shelves. Her lace shawl was crooked.
"To think that a daughter of mine would be so shameless, bringing a baby into the world without a father." Ma shook her head in disbelief.
"Listen, you want to dog someone, why don't you go down the hall and talk to your son, Ray?" Frannie hissed. It was infuriating, like the only reason Ma was still here was to scold her for being a loose woman. "You know your precious son's gay, right? You know he's sleeping in your bedroom with a man? God only knows the things they do."
Ma crossed herself, but said, "He's the head of the family, now. He doesn't listen to his mother. He can't even see me. But you, Francesca, you're my daughter. You're my baby."
"No," said Frannie firmly, "I have a baby. And I'm happy, okay? Tired but happy. If you want to yell at someone, pick someone else. Maria's moved to Wisconsin – go talk to her. I'm going to bed." She held Josie to her shoulder and marched out of the room.
In the doorway she paused and looked back. "Ma," she said, softly. "Take care, okay? Can't you find nocturnal rest, already?"
There was no reply. The room was empty. Josie gave a little baby yawn, and Frannie snuggled her and took her to bed. "I promise you one thing," she told her, stroking her soft downy face. "When I die, I'm going to leave you in peace. You'll be all on your own, little baby."
Josie snuffled. Her eyes were closed, and she was more or less asleep.
Frannie watched her until she couldn't keep her own eyes open a second longer. She let them fall shut, then murmured, "Not that I'm planning on dying any time soon, but if I do, don't worry. You won't be completely alone. I'm pretty sure your uncles will look out for you, just like they're looking out for me."
She lay back and let sleep claim her; it carried her off like driftwood on a rising tide.
END
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Visitation Rights
Josie was crying.
Frannie hauled herself out of bed, struggling against gravity and tiredness borne of many interrupted nights, and stumbled into the nursery next door to check on her. By the dim glow from the streetlight, she could see Josie's blanket was scrunched down around her legs, and her toy penguin was missing. It was probably lurking in the shadows beneath the cot.
Frannie picked Josie up and kissed her cheek, rubbed her back soothingly. "Shhhhhhh! It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here."
Josie hiccoughed.
"And where's poppa?" came a familiar voice from near the window. "That is, if she even has a poppa. Santa Maria, that I should live to see the day."
Frannie stiffened and turned slowly.
"You didn't live to see it, Ma, so give it a rest." Ma had passed away nearly seven months ago, but she still showed up every couple of weeks to give Frannie advice. She stood now, a shadowy spectre by the book shelves. Her lace shawl was crooked.
"To think that a daughter of mine would be so shameless, bringing a baby into the world without a father." Ma shook her head in disbelief.
"Listen, you want to dog someone, why don't you go down the hall and talk to your son, Ray?" Frannie hissed. It was infuriating, like the only reason Ma was still here was to scold her for being a loose woman. "You know your precious son's gay, right? You know he's sleeping in your bedroom with a man? God only knows the things they do."
Ma crossed herself, but said, "He's the head of the family, now. He doesn't listen to his mother. He can't even see me. But you, Francesca, you're my daughter. You're my baby."
"No," said Frannie firmly, "I have a baby. And I'm happy, okay? Tired but happy. If you want to yell at someone, pick someone else. Maria's moved to Wisconsin – go talk to her. I'm going to bed." She held Josie to her shoulder and marched out of the room.
In the doorway she paused and looked back. "Ma," she said, softly. "Take care, okay? Can't you find nocturnal rest, already?"
There was no reply. The room was empty. Josie gave a little baby yawn, and Frannie snuggled her and took her to bed. "I promise you one thing," she told her, stroking her soft downy face. "When I die, I'm going to leave you in peace. You'll be all on your own, little baby."
Josie snuffled. Her eyes were closed, and she was more or less asleep.
Frannie watched her until she couldn't keep her own eyes open a second longer. She let them fall shut, then murmured, "Not that I'm planning on dying any time soon, but if I do, don't worry. You won't be completely alone. I'm pretty sure your uncles will look out for you, just like they're looking out for me."
She lay back and let sleep claim her; it carried her off like driftwood on a rising tide.
END
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Date: 2009-10-27 09:07 pm (UTC)Lovely. And just right.
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Date: 2009-10-27 10:35 pm (UTC)(glomp)
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Date: 2009-10-27 09:56 pm (UTC)"You're my baby."
"No," said Frannie firmly, "I have a baby."
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Date: 2009-10-27 10:53 pm (UTC)It makes me think of North where Ray's dad shows up to yell at him.
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Date: 2009-10-28 03:26 am (UTC)Really? I thought it was a toss-up whether it was Ray/Fraser or Ray/Ray. (I did toy with the idea of F/K/V, but thought that might be over-egging the pudding. *g*) Anyway, I nearly marked it "Vecchio/m", but I didn't want to highlight the ambiguity, so I left it. Is that wrong?
It makes me think of North where Ray's dad shows up to yell at him.
\o/ That was exactly the kind of vibe I was going for. Thanks! :-D
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Date: 2009-10-28 02:17 am (UTC)You've done this very nicely indeed. I particularly like that Frannie's still dobbing Ray in to their Ma, even after Ma's dead. That's a little sister for you.
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Date: 2009-10-28 03:27 am (UTC)Thanks so much. *beams*
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Date: 2009-10-28 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-28 03:28 am (UTC):-)
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Date: 2009-10-28 04:54 am (UTC)I like that bit where she softens and tells Ma to take care - that little gesture of love there, even though Frannie's quite clear that she's not going to take any nonsense. :)
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Date: 2009-10-28 08:00 pm (UTC)I think that's the line Fraser's always treading with Bob too, you know? I love you but you make me craaaazy but you're dead and I should be kind! ;-)
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Date: 2009-10-28 08:01 pm (UTC)Thanks so much! :-D
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:15 pm (UTC)It kind of makes me want to write something about RayK's mom haunting him.
Oh, that'd be interesting! You should! (I've toyed with the idea of Kowalski's dad haunting him, and Fraser and Vecchio shrugging and saying, "Hey, it's happens." But I hadn't thought of killing off Barbara. *g*)
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:36 pm (UTC)That would be so cool. I can just see Ray Vecchio going, 'at least your pop's not jerk' to Ray Kowalski.
'Oh, that'd be interesting! You should!'
I might, it depends on if my muse sticks around long enough.
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Date: 2009-11-11 07:54 pm (UTC)This is just lovely. Having Ma Vecchio haunt Frannie is inspired, and the dialogue is terrific, as are the little details (like the crooked shawl) that make this so easy to see happening.
I think what i like best is the feeling of love and caring threaded throughout the entire piece.
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