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rainbowfic2025-05-13 05:42 pm
wallwalker) wrote in rainbowfic2025-05-13 05:42 pm
Psychedelic Purple 14, Side A: David Bowie 14, Dreamwidth Red 1
Name: Spoke of Was and Where
Colors: Psychedelic Purple 14: Do you promise not to tell?, Side A: David Bowie 14: You're face to face / With The Man Who Sold The World (The Man Who Sold the World), Dreamwidth Red 1: Friends
Supplies and Styles: Color of the Day (Apr. 29th - Usurp), Graffiti (Three Weeks for Dreamwidth)
Word Count: 522
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: The old man didn't receive many visitors.
Tags needed: color: dreamwidth red, color: side a david bowie
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Why, hello there. Come, please, sit down. I don't receive many visitors here; it's so nice to have company once in a while.
Would you care for some coffee? I never cared for it, myself - I can't drink it without milk and sugar - but it helps me stay awake. I've grown to hate sleeping as I grow older. Most of the people here are the opposite, they tell me; they get bored after a few hours alone, and they go take naps whenever they grow tired of being bored. Their dreams are more interesting than reality, and who can blame them? It is dreadfully dull here. But if I am to lose myself in dreams, I would prefer to be in control of them. I have lots of time to think. It's one of the advantages I have here.
What's that? Does my family come and visit me? Oh, I haven't had what could be called family for years. My own children are dead - I suppose I have grandchildren and great-grandchildren who still live, but they've forgotten me. The orderlies here take good care of me - of all of us, actually. I know that's not true at all of these facilities, but... well, we're very good at weeding out the bad ones. The ones who don't care - who just want the paycheck - they're a little easier to work with, and eventually they either start to meet a higher standard or they wash out. Now, the ones who intend to do us harm are a bit rarer these days. The last one I recall was two years ago, and... well, best we don't discuss what happened to that one. It's a very unpleasant story to tell.
Now, where was I... ah, yes. It's not so terrible a life, truly. I spend my time thinking, and writing. Most of it I keep to myself, although I've managed to submit a few and publish them quietly, under other names. I earn a bit in royalties, but I'm not interested in fame or recognition. I'm honestly enjoying the quiet, here. I have people to talk to - and they don't crowd around me. I've had quite enough of that, thank you - too many people who wanted to be close to me, who wanted some piece of me or another. Either they wanted to take what I had - usurp me, I suppose, if you want to be fancy - or they were afraid and thought being friendly would make them safer. Not that it ever did, mind, but... well, you can't blame them for being nervous! But no, a quiet and most solitary life is much, much nicer.
Hm, what did you say? Why was everyone trying to be my friend? Well... I suppose that depends on your answer to one question. Here it is: Do you promise not to tell?
Oh - are you leaving? That's quite all right, then. I'll get back to my writing. Do come back if you do decide to answer my question, won't you? It's nice to have someone to talk to... on occasion.
Colors: Psychedelic Purple 14: Do you promise not to tell?, Side A: David Bowie 14: You're face to face / With The Man Who Sold The World (The Man Who Sold the World), Dreamwidth Red 1: Friends
Supplies and Styles: Color of the Day (Apr. 29th - Usurp), Graffiti (Three Weeks for Dreamwidth)
Word Count: 522
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: The old man didn't receive many visitors.
Tags needed: color: dreamwidth red, color: side a david bowie
---
Why, hello there. Come, please, sit down. I don't receive many visitors here; it's so nice to have company once in a while.
Would you care for some coffee? I never cared for it, myself - I can't drink it without milk and sugar - but it helps me stay awake. I've grown to hate sleeping as I grow older. Most of the people here are the opposite, they tell me; they get bored after a few hours alone, and they go take naps whenever they grow tired of being bored. Their dreams are more interesting than reality, and who can blame them? It is dreadfully dull here. But if I am to lose myself in dreams, I would prefer to be in control of them. I have lots of time to think. It's one of the advantages I have here.
What's that? Does my family come and visit me? Oh, I haven't had what could be called family for years. My own children are dead - I suppose I have grandchildren and great-grandchildren who still live, but they've forgotten me. The orderlies here take good care of me - of all of us, actually. I know that's not true at all of these facilities, but... well, we're very good at weeding out the bad ones. The ones who don't care - who just want the paycheck - they're a little easier to work with, and eventually they either start to meet a higher standard or they wash out. Now, the ones who intend to do us harm are a bit rarer these days. The last one I recall was two years ago, and... well, best we don't discuss what happened to that one. It's a very unpleasant story to tell.
Now, where was I... ah, yes. It's not so terrible a life, truly. I spend my time thinking, and writing. Most of it I keep to myself, although I've managed to submit a few and publish them quietly, under other names. I earn a bit in royalties, but I'm not interested in fame or recognition. I'm honestly enjoying the quiet, here. I have people to talk to - and they don't crowd around me. I've had quite enough of that, thank you - too many people who wanted to be close to me, who wanted some piece of me or another. Either they wanted to take what I had - usurp me, I suppose, if you want to be fancy - or they were afraid and thought being friendly would make them safer. Not that it ever did, mind, but... well, you can't blame them for being nervous! But no, a quiet and most solitary life is much, much nicer.
Hm, what did you say? Why was everyone trying to be my friend? Well... I suppose that depends on your answer to one question. Here it is: Do you promise not to tell?
Oh - are you leaving? That's quite all right, then. I'll get back to my writing. Do come back if you do decide to answer my question, won't you? It's nice to have someone to talk to... on occasion.
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(Btw, there is a tag for Colour of the Day - it counts as a colour not a supply, so look for "color: color of the day"!)