Triple Drabble: Glimpse
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amedia Title: Glimpse
Characters: DG, the nurture units
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: 14-year-old DG has a fleeting glimpse of her past.
A/N: Response to a four-word prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
magic4mula: "Butter ... Shine ... Glimmer ... Fly"
DG liked high school even less than junior high, if that was possible. If it wasn't for art class, she didn't think she could bear it at all. Well, shop was okay; they let her in after Popsicle went to the vice principal and raised a fuss. But her favorite part of the day was still the 3:15 bell that released the students.
Sometimes she went straight home; sometimes she dawdled along the back roads, exploring the town she'd lived in as long as she could remember, but that never felt like home.
One sunny afternoon, she went along the road that led by the reservoir. Picking up a handful of stones, she practiced skimming them across the water. At least I'm good at *something*.
The surface of the water shimmered and glinted in the afternoon sun, and it made her happy for a moment just to see it shine. A girl in an ankle-length butter-yellow dress ran through her head, laughing. DG threw her last stone, watching it fly across the surface of the water, and in her mind's eye she saw the other girl turn and smile encouragingly. Then she disappeared. DG was used to fleeting visions flickering through her head; the art teacher said it was inspiration. She was pretty. Maybe I can draw her when I get home. She went home, feeling lighter in spirit.
Cross-legged on the bed in her attic bedroom, she tried to sketch the girl all the rest of the afternoon, but the vision had faded and stubbornly refused to come back, not even the barest glimmer.
"Mom," she asked at dinner, "did I have a babysitter when I was little? A teenager, about the age I am now, who liked to wear dresses?" She didn't miss the look her parents exchanged.
Characters: DG, the nurture units
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: 14-year-old DG has a fleeting glimpse of her past.
A/N: Response to a four-word prompt from
magic4mula: "Butter ... Shine ... Glimmer ... Fly"DG liked high school even less than junior high, if that was possible. If it wasn't for art class, she didn't think she could bear it at all. Well, shop was okay; they let her in after Popsicle went to the vice principal and raised a fuss. But her favorite part of the day was still the 3:15 bell that released the students.
Sometimes she went straight home; sometimes she dawdled along the back roads, exploring the town she'd lived in as long as she could remember, but that never felt like home.
One sunny afternoon, she went along the road that led by the reservoir. Picking up a handful of stones, she practiced skimming them across the water. At least I'm good at *something*.
The surface of the water shimmered and glinted in the afternoon sun, and it made her happy for a moment just to see it shine. A girl in an ankle-length butter-yellow dress ran through her head, laughing. DG threw her last stone, watching it fly across the surface of the water, and in her mind's eye she saw the other girl turn and smile encouragingly. Then she disappeared. DG was used to fleeting visions flickering through her head; the art teacher said it was inspiration. She was pretty. Maybe I can draw her when I get home. She went home, feeling lighter in spirit.
Cross-legged on the bed in her attic bedroom, she tried to sketch the girl all the rest of the afternoon, but the vision had faded and stubbornly refused to come back, not even the barest glimmer.
"Mom," she asked at dinner, "did I have a babysitter when I was little? A teenager, about the age I am now, who liked to wear dresses?" She didn't miss the look her parents exchanged.
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Date: 2008-05-05 01:49 am (UTC)(and speaking of art, I like the four words you picked with your icon, they just seem to go together... lovely Airofday!)
Thanks for posting on the comm! ^^
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:00 am (UTC)And I hadn't even noticed about the icon coordinating - I appreciate your pointing that out!
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Date: 2008-05-05 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-08 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-05 04:01 am (UTC)DG was used to fleeting visions flickering through her head; the art teacher said it was inspiration.
I feel like you've just told me the movies and visions in my head are okay to have. :)
Well done!
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:02 am (UTC)But I'm so very pleased that you liked this!
I feel like you've just told me the movies and visions in my head are okay to have.
Yay for inspiration! And thanks for the kind comments!