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rainbowfic2022-08-24 10:34 pm
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Ecru 2: Elegy
Author: Kat
Title: Elegy
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ecru 2 (ask)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Hopeful Hearts, Sarah Slean), seed beads, stickers ("It's hard to beat somebody when they don't give up." - Babe Ruth), miniature collection, glue (The learning process begins with hunger for information, but there’s more to it than that!), novelty beads ("The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their story.")
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Smokey's curious about his father.
Warning: swearing
Notes: A note about Smokey: he uses male pronouns because it's easiest, but his gender and sexuality are best expressed by the shrug emoji.
Smokey’s father died before he was born. Everyone said it was very sad, but he didn’t miss what he’d never had, plus his stepdad Armando was awesome.
He was curious though. The only things Mom would say were that Dad was dead and that he would have loved Smokey very much. Which was nice to know, but it wasn’t a lot of information. Like… what did he look like? Did Smokey resemble him? What had he liked to do? How did he and Mom meet?
It was pretty clear that Mom wouldn’t answer his questions. So Smokey went looking alone.
--
Smokey knew Dad’s name was Thomas. He also knew Mom was a teenager when he, Smokey, was born, so Dad was probably a teenager too. He went to the library, loaded up the microfiche, and worked backwards from his birthday until he found it.
Thomas Hennessy Jr, dead at 17 in a motorcycle crash. According to the obituary he had parents and a brother. No one mentioned Mom, but judging by the date she’d been really early on, so maybe they hadn’t known. Probably they weren’t dating.
That was all he could get from a short obituary. Smokey moved on.
--
“That asshole?” Mom’s best friend Candy blew a stream of smoke out her nose and snorted. “Why do you care?”
“He is my father,” Smokey said, and shrugged.
“Only technically,” Candy said. “Okay, I guess. He was a rich dickhead who got high and fucked your mom, then drove off a cliff. And his parents called your mom a cheap golddigging whore when she mentioned you.”
Smokey considered that. “Rude,” he said, finally.
Candy laughed, and took a drag on her cigarette. “Don’t worry about them, kid. You’ve got Armando, that’s all you need.”
It was enough for the moment.
--
After he got to meet the Hennessys, Smokey asked his uncle about his father.
Uncle Christopher sighed. “Your father was… I loved him. He was my brother and I loved him very much. But he was also very young. He had a good heart, I think, but he was careless, and he listened to our father too much. I can’t say I know what he would have thought of you, but I know I am very proud to be your uncle.”
Smokey had long since stopped caring what his dad might have thought, but it was nice to hear anyway.
--
“Oh my God,” Mom said, “why did you ask Candy?”
Smokey shrugged. “She knew him, and you when you knew him,” he said. “And you didn’t answer any questions.” It sounded more accusatory than he meant.
She groaned. “That’s fair. It’s just… he was fine for what he was. He was a sweet kid, we had sex once, and there was nothing more to it.” She smiled at Smokey. “Apart from you. I’m sorry he didn’t get to know you, but I don’t regret anything about Tommy.”
“Huh,” Smokey said. “Yeah, okay.”
It was as good an elegy as any.
Title: Elegy
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ecru 2 (ask)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Hopeful Hearts, Sarah Slean), seed beads, stickers ("It's hard to beat somebody when they don't give up." - Babe Ruth), miniature collection, glue (The learning process begins with hunger for information, but there’s more to it than that!), novelty beads ("The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their story.")
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Smokey's curious about his father.
Warning: swearing
Notes: A note about Smokey: he uses male pronouns because it's easiest, but his gender and sexuality are best expressed by the shrug emoji.
Smokey’s father died before he was born. Everyone said it was very sad, but he didn’t miss what he’d never had, plus his stepdad Armando was awesome.
He was curious though. The only things Mom would say were that Dad was dead and that he would have loved Smokey very much. Which was nice to know, but it wasn’t a lot of information. Like… what did he look like? Did Smokey resemble him? What had he liked to do? How did he and Mom meet?
It was pretty clear that Mom wouldn’t answer his questions. So Smokey went looking alone.
--
Smokey knew Dad’s name was Thomas. He also knew Mom was a teenager when he, Smokey, was born, so Dad was probably a teenager too. He went to the library, loaded up the microfiche, and worked backwards from his birthday until he found it.
Thomas Hennessy Jr, dead at 17 in a motorcycle crash. According to the obituary he had parents and a brother. No one mentioned Mom, but judging by the date she’d been really early on, so maybe they hadn’t known. Probably they weren’t dating.
That was all he could get from a short obituary. Smokey moved on.
--
“That asshole?” Mom’s best friend Candy blew a stream of smoke out her nose and snorted. “Why do you care?”
“He is my father,” Smokey said, and shrugged.
“Only technically,” Candy said. “Okay, I guess. He was a rich dickhead who got high and fucked your mom, then drove off a cliff. And his parents called your mom a cheap golddigging whore when she mentioned you.”
Smokey considered that. “Rude,” he said, finally.
Candy laughed, and took a drag on her cigarette. “Don’t worry about them, kid. You’ve got Armando, that’s all you need.”
It was enough for the moment.
--
After he got to meet the Hennessys, Smokey asked his uncle about his father.
Uncle Christopher sighed. “Your father was… I loved him. He was my brother and I loved him very much. But he was also very young. He had a good heart, I think, but he was careless, and he listened to our father too much. I can’t say I know what he would have thought of you, but I know I am very proud to be your uncle.”
Smokey had long since stopped caring what his dad might have thought, but it was nice to hear anyway.
--
“Oh my God,” Mom said, “why did you ask Candy?”
Smokey shrugged. “She knew him, and you when you knew him,” he said. “And you didn’t answer any questions.” It sounded more accusatory than he meant.
She groaned. “That’s fair. It’s just… he was fine for what he was. He was a sweet kid, we had sex once, and there was nothing more to it.” She smiled at Smokey. “Apart from you. I’m sorry he didn’t get to know you, but I don’t regret anything about Tommy.”
“Huh,” Smokey said. “Yeah, okay.”
It was as good an elegy as any.
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