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[thornyrose42]

So... after the metaphorical drought of inspiration I am now sitting in a oasis of plot bunnies. 

I'm not sure whether this is going to result in an out flow of fic or curses but for the moment all is well.

So far I have this little drabble:

It was inspired by a quote from Heroes and may increase in length but for the moment I give you Pansy. 

"The Earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the Earth. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped."

Five Years Gone

 

Pansy dreamed.

 

Two dreams, one good and one…not so good.

 

She dreamed the American Dream which was all about hope and the future and handsome men who were not averse to buying a girl several drinks in the hope – important thing hope – that she’d do them a couple of favors in return. Sometimes she did…and sometimes she didn’t. It was all just a dream and what did it matter what you did in dreams?

 

Sometimes she flew. There was so much space in her American Dream. Land went on forever. It was desert and grass and corn like cloth of gold. And the sky was a clean wash of blue with just the speck of Pansy and broomstick floating in the emptiness. It felt like solitude. Up there in the blank she was washed clean. For a moment she was an empty slant ready to be filled with new scribbles.

 

It never lasted.

 

There were two dreams, one good and one…not so good. And she couldn’t rub out the not so good one.

 

It was a dream of wands and they were all pointing at her.

Comments

[raina165.livejournal.com]

Rose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're alive! *hugs*

Cool!! I really liked it! =D Are you going to put a Stretching Jinx on this wonderful drabble of yers? I hope yee do... =P

*huggles*
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