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rainbowfic2015-08-17 10:22 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-17 10:22 pm
Alien Green 7
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Lilith Fair Second Stage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Dr0p9e8LKc), Canvas
Characters: Kelsey (POV), Rilla
Colors: Alien Green 7 (If coincidences are coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?)
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Easy come, easy go.
Note: Another flashback with this pair, ‘cause they’re fun.
Rise of the Luck Eater
Rilla and I were sitting on the grass in her yard, in that first long stretch of the day, before the tone and tasks are established.
Actually, we were coming to the end of that unfocused period. What started as shooting the shit had evolved in to looking for a four-leafed clover.
I don’t think either of us even believe in luck.
It’s just one of those things people do. You always pick up pennies, and make jokes about it being Friday the Thirteenth. Now, Things People Do, had never really been my area, but there was something about all that luck-related stuff that really stayed with me. Small objects and rituals, convergences and stupid stories. Stuff that’s special for no reason. I’m not a believer, but lucky things were made for me.
As for Rilla, she just likes things to do outside that involve a lot of sitting around chatting. She was talking about a bunch of unrelated stuff, but obviously just as intent on this as I was. He face so close to the ground that the lawn brushed her glasses. One hand tucked in her lap, the other absent-mindedly stroking Sam, her family’s big yellow cat.
I counted leaves. Rilla scrutinized the ground. Sam rolled around on the grass. Her only interest in clovers was eating them.
Which is exactly what she did.
It went like this:
Rilla shouted “shit, six leaves!,” and it was all downhill from there.
Her hands aren’t very quick.
My reaction times can be even slower.
The clover was right by Sam’s nose.
Sam decided she wanted some green goodness, and chomped down with the side of her mouth, devouring all six leaves in one bite.
Rilla gaped in shock for a while, then snapped back to awareness.
“God damn it, Sam!”
Sam chewed happily. Between Rilla’s disproportionate outrage, and Sam’s typical cat-eating-grass expression, I lost my head laughing. I swapped out my text-to-speech program on my phone for the camera, and aimed it at Sam.
Turns out, I snapped it at just the right moment. Sam’s tongue was sticking out, green with mashed-up clover, and her face looked scrunched and spiteful.
I showed it to Rilla, and soon enough, she was laughing even harder than I was.
Later, we both agreed it was a lucky shot.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Lilith Fair Second Stage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Dr0p9e8LKc), Canvas
Characters: Kelsey (POV), Rilla
Colors: Alien Green 7 (If coincidences are coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?)
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Easy come, easy go.
Note: Another flashback with this pair, ‘cause they’re fun.
Rilla and I were sitting on the grass in her yard, in that first long stretch of the day, before the tone and tasks are established.
Actually, we were coming to the end of that unfocused period. What started as shooting the shit had evolved in to looking for a four-leafed clover.
I don’t think either of us even believe in luck.
It’s just one of those things people do. You always pick up pennies, and make jokes about it being Friday the Thirteenth. Now, Things People Do, had never really been my area, but there was something about all that luck-related stuff that really stayed with me. Small objects and rituals, convergences and stupid stories. Stuff that’s special for no reason. I’m not a believer, but lucky things were made for me.
As for Rilla, she just likes things to do outside that involve a lot of sitting around chatting. She was talking about a bunch of unrelated stuff, but obviously just as intent on this as I was. He face so close to the ground that the lawn brushed her glasses. One hand tucked in her lap, the other absent-mindedly stroking Sam, her family’s big yellow cat.
I counted leaves. Rilla scrutinized the ground. Sam rolled around on the grass. Her only interest in clovers was eating them.
Which is exactly what she did.
It went like this:
Rilla shouted “shit, six leaves!,” and it was all downhill from there.
Her hands aren’t very quick.
My reaction times can be even slower.
The clover was right by Sam’s nose.
Sam decided she wanted some green goodness, and chomped down with the side of her mouth, devouring all six leaves in one bite.
Rilla gaped in shock for a while, then snapped back to awareness.
“God damn it, Sam!”
Sam chewed happily. Between Rilla’s disproportionate outrage, and Sam’s typical cat-eating-grass expression, I lost my head laughing. I swapped out my text-to-speech program on my phone for the camera, and aimed it at Sam.
Turns out, I snapped it at just the right moment. Sam’s tongue was sticking out, green with mashed-up clover, and her face looked scrunched and spiteful.
I showed it to Rilla, and soon enough, she was laughing even harder than I was.
Later, we both agreed it was a lucky shot.
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YES.
Thank you for writing excellent cats and lesbians. This pleases me.
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This was cute
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I think that photo's better than a lucky clover.