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rainbowfic2016-11-02 07:07 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2016-11-02 07:07 pm
Color Party 15, Rain Cloud 17, Blackstar 3: Eggplant
Author: Kat
Title: Eggplant
Story: In the Heart - Apocalypse AU
Colors: Color party 15 (Aubergine), rain cloud 17 (Just missed 'em), Blackstar 3 (He coughed and shook his crumpled wings Closed his eyes and moved his lips → Look Back in Anger (Lodger))
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Apocalypse AU), miniature, novelty beads (4/5 Fun toy, but brought the End Times >:(), fabric (a survivor walking in burned-out rubble), photography
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron, thinking about eggplants.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I managed to make eggplants sad. Go me?
The eggplant was smooth and hard in his hand, a thick, tough column. It looked-- and felt-- curiously fake, as if it would turn to wax when he sliced it.
Aaron had always hated eggplant. It looked fine, he supposed, the deep purple capped by silly yellow-green leaves, but it tasted like squash, with a weird not-quite-stringy texture that always caught in the back of his throat. Dad used to fry it with garlic and butter, but Aaron would always give his share to Ivy.
Who was dead now, along with Dad.
At least the eggplant was something to eat.
Title: Eggplant
Story: In the Heart - Apocalypse AU
Colors: Color party 15 (Aubergine), rain cloud 17 (Just missed 'em), Blackstar 3 (He coughed and shook his crumpled wings Closed his eyes and moved his lips → Look Back in Anger (Lodger))
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Apocalypse AU), miniature, novelty beads (4/5 Fun toy, but brought the End Times >:(), fabric (a survivor walking in burned-out rubble), photography
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron, thinking about eggplants.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I managed to make eggplants sad. Go me?
The eggplant was smooth and hard in his hand, a thick, tough column. It looked-- and felt-- curiously fake, as if it would turn to wax when he sliced it.
Aaron had always hated eggplant. It looked fine, he supposed, the deep purple capped by silly yellow-green leaves, but it tasted like squash, with a weird not-quite-stringy texture that always caught in the back of his throat. Dad used to fry it with garlic and butter, but Aaron would always give his share to Ivy.
Who was dead now, along with Dad.
At least the eggplant was something to eat.
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