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Skylight 4: over the bridge now
Author: Kat
Title: over the bridge now
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 4. Smoking on the fire escape
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Cloud on My Tongue, Tori Amos), photography, novelty beads (refugee)
Word Count: 144
Rating: G
Summary: Olivia, resting.
Warning: none
Notes: This also owes a lot to Goodnight New York, by Vienna Teng. Olivia has recently reunited with her father and moved back in with him.
Daddy and Joanna lived in a small house high in the hills outside of San Francisco. Olivia thought it was lovely. She liked to sit on the wooden porch out back and watch the sun set over the hills as the ocean breeze played with her hair. Everything smelled like salt and green, and the valleys grew dark in the twilight while crickets and cicadas sang.
Back in New York there were sunrises on the fire escape, the smell of asphalt and her downstairs neighbor’s morning cigarette. The canyons between skyscrapers caught the light reflecting off the ocean and the sharp bright noise of traffic.
She needed the dark now, needed her rest. But New York caught her under the heart and tugged even as the night drew in around her.
The dark sheltered her. But someday, maybe, she could face the light again.
Title: over the bridge now
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 4. Smoking on the fire escape
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Cloud on My Tongue, Tori Amos), photography, novelty beads (refugee)
Word Count: 144
Rating: G
Summary: Olivia, resting.
Warning: none
Notes: This also owes a lot to Goodnight New York, by Vienna Teng. Olivia has recently reunited with her father and moved back in with him.
Daddy and Joanna lived in a small house high in the hills outside of San Francisco. Olivia thought it was lovely. She liked to sit on the wooden porch out back and watch the sun set over the hills as the ocean breeze played with her hair. Everything smelled like salt and green, and the valleys grew dark in the twilight while crickets and cicadas sang.
Back in New York there were sunrises on the fire escape, the smell of asphalt and her downstairs neighbor’s morning cigarette. The canyons between skyscrapers caught the light reflecting off the ocean and the sharp bright noise of traffic.
She needed the dark now, needed her rest. But New York caught her under the heart and tugged even as the night drew in around her.
The dark sheltered her. But someday, maybe, she could face the light again.