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rainbowfic2021-08-23 10:08 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2021-08-23 10:08 pm
Proper Terms Purple #6 (chirm)
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Proper Terms Purple #6 (chirm)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day 4: And Darling, Tegan and Sara), Novelty Beads (1. “Boys think girls are like books. If the cover doesn't catch their eye they won't bother to read what's inside.” ― Marilyn Monroe)
Word Count: 390
Rating: G
Warnings: Brief description of a panic attack happening in the past.
10pm my time? I forget the rules? Hi, I'm posting and I haven't written in forever. Words.
Sophie sat quietly on a concrete barrier, legs crossed in front of her and pulled up so that she was sitting on the heel of her left shoe. It was getting colder; she could feel it as they went north and east, and she’d pulled out her warm knitted jacket from the bottom of her bag. The jacket was too warm, but it was also long and bulky, and with a book in her hands she almost looked mousy. Uninteresting, definitely. No one had bothered her so far, especially with Joel sitting next to her, but this would be a very bad time to be noticed. He was off now somewhere trying to busk while she sat and watched the finches, sparrows, cowbirds, and whatever else bounce around in the parking lot outside the bus station. Little brown birds, and the occasional black, fluttered in and out of the trees and down around the trash cans, making their circuit and searching for food.
Holy crap, a twenty! she heard in her head, and she couldn’t help but smile while no one could see.
Make sure it’s not a religious tract, she thought back.
Cynical, cynical, Joel teased.
They’d made it a long way since New Mexico. Hitching from El Paso to Las Cruces had been the second most harrowing trip of her life, right after leaving home in the first place; then they’d run all afternoon and all night on the food from the Tex-Mex place with the obnoxious waitress. The last long stop had been in Amarillo, and as soon as she saw the Texas flag she’d had a panic attack. That was new to her, feeling her throat close up and her vision go blurry. If Joel weren’t literally in her head, she would have simply sat there in the bus seat quietly wondering if she were dying until someone forced her off. The thought was-
-She really didn’t want to think about what could have happened-
Anyhow, they’d gotten through it, and now it was nearly dark again and they had one hour in St. Louis. There was a KFC/Pizza Hut at the station and they’d gotten a big meal to share. Joel had inhaled his half, handed Sophie back the rest of the money, and run off. Where he got the energy, she couldn’t guess.
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Proper Terms Purple #6 (chirm)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Lilith Fair Day 4: And Darling, Tegan and Sara), Novelty Beads (1. “Boys think girls are like books. If the cover doesn't catch their eye they won't bother to read what's inside.” ― Marilyn Monroe)
Word Count: 390
Rating: G
Warnings: Brief description of a panic attack happening in the past.
10pm my time? I forget the rules? Hi, I'm posting and I haven't written in forever. Words.
Sophie sat quietly on a concrete barrier, legs crossed in front of her and pulled up so that she was sitting on the heel of her left shoe. It was getting colder; she could feel it as they went north and east, and she’d pulled out her warm knitted jacket from the bottom of her bag. The jacket was too warm, but it was also long and bulky, and with a book in her hands she almost looked mousy. Uninteresting, definitely. No one had bothered her so far, especially with Joel sitting next to her, but this would be a very bad time to be noticed. He was off now somewhere trying to busk while she sat and watched the finches, sparrows, cowbirds, and whatever else bounce around in the parking lot outside the bus station. Little brown birds, and the occasional black, fluttered in and out of the trees and down around the trash cans, making their circuit and searching for food.
Holy crap, a twenty! she heard in her head, and she couldn’t help but smile while no one could see.
Make sure it’s not a religious tract, she thought back.
Cynical, cynical, Joel teased.
They’d made it a long way since New Mexico. Hitching from El Paso to Las Cruces had been the second most harrowing trip of her life, right after leaving home in the first place; then they’d run all afternoon and all night on the food from the Tex-Mex place with the obnoxious waitress. The last long stop had been in Amarillo, and as soon as she saw the Texas flag she’d had a panic attack. That was new to her, feeling her throat close up and her vision go blurry. If Joel weren’t literally in her head, she would have simply sat there in the bus seat quietly wondering if she were dying until someone forced her off. The thought was-
-She really didn’t want to think about what could have happened-
Anyhow, they’d gotten through it, and now it was nearly dark again and they had one hour in St. Louis. There was a KFC/Pizza Hut at the station and they’d gotten a big meal to share. Joel had inhaled his half, handed Sophie back the rest of the money, and run off. Where he got the energy, she couldn’t guess.