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rainbowfic2020-07-29 11:21 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2020-07-29 11:21 pm
Cool Black 8, Skylight 8, Paris Green 19: only me and my disgrace
Author: Kat
Title: only me and my disgrace
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 8 (I set off running to wake from the dream), skylight 8 (Surrounded by strangers), Paris green 19 (We'll always have Paris) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (X years later, we meet again.)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Second Stage: Wolf, First Aid Kid), seed beads (Nadia is Joanna's younger sister), feathers (“The true test of a person’s character is how they treat the people in life that they don’t need.” -Lee Corso), brush (pejorative)
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nadia runs into her daughter's father.
Warning: mention of adultery, some language
The guy at the counter three seats over seemed familiar, but it wasn't until Nadia already had her coffee that she recognized her daughter's father.
Jeffrey Coleman, Wall Street analyst, married with three kids-- four, now, not that he cared. She hadn't seen him in six years; they had not been kind to him. He looked tired, his hair turning grey, and she could almost feel sorry for him, except he'd dumped her in an email and hadn't bothered to respond when she told him she was pregnant, so why should she care how he felt at all?
Nobody cared how she felt. Her mother had called her horrible, vile names when she announced her pregnancy: "slut" was the kindest. Her sisters hadn't said anything, but only Joanna hadn't disapproved, and these days even Joanna was only interested in Maryam. Her father hadn't given a fuck about anything since his own whore left, and why had Nadia expected her baby to change anything?
Why had she expected anything to change anything?
She clutched her mug, the porcelain smooth and hard against her palm. She could go over there, shove Jeffrey off his stool, make a big scene in this little shop. She could dump her coffee over his head, soak his thinning hair and stain his pristine white shirt. She could even crack the mug across his face, maybe break his nose.
Just then he looked up, scanning the coffee shop, locked eyes with her, and looked on without pausing. Without even a hint of recognition.
Nadia left her mug on the counter and fled the shop.
Title: only me and my disgrace
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 8 (I set off running to wake from the dream), skylight 8 (Surrounded by strangers), Paris green 19 (We'll always have Paris) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (X years later, we meet again.)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Second Stage: Wolf, First Aid Kid), seed beads (Nadia is Joanna's younger sister), feathers (“The true test of a person’s character is how they treat the people in life that they don’t need.” -Lee Corso), brush (pejorative)
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nadia runs into her daughter's father.
Warning: mention of adultery, some language
The guy at the counter three seats over seemed familiar, but it wasn't until Nadia already had her coffee that she recognized her daughter's father.
Jeffrey Coleman, Wall Street analyst, married with three kids-- four, now, not that he cared. She hadn't seen him in six years; they had not been kind to him. He looked tired, his hair turning grey, and she could almost feel sorry for him, except he'd dumped her in an email and hadn't bothered to respond when she told him she was pregnant, so why should she care how he felt at all?
Nobody cared how she felt. Her mother had called her horrible, vile names when she announced her pregnancy: "slut" was the kindest. Her sisters hadn't said anything, but only Joanna hadn't disapproved, and these days even Joanna was only interested in Maryam. Her father hadn't given a fuck about anything since his own whore left, and why had Nadia expected her baby to change anything?
Why had she expected anything to change anything?
She clutched her mug, the porcelain smooth and hard against her palm. She could go over there, shove Jeffrey off his stool, make a big scene in this little shop. She could dump her coffee over his head, soak his thinning hair and stain his pristine white shirt. She could even crack the mug across his face, maybe break his nose.
Just then he looked up, scanning the coffee shop, locked eyes with her, and looked on without pausing. Without even a hint of recognition.
Nadia left her mug on the counter and fled the shop.
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