Fire Opal, White Russian, Hills of Iowa: Walk Into Our Houses And Burn

[finch]

Name: Jack
Story: commonplace
Colors: Fire Opal 12. Break down any wall, Hills of Iowa 1.We walk in the world of safe people and at night we walk into our houses and burn, White Russian 7. Из двух зол выбира́ют ме́ньшее. (The lesser of two evils.)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers ("/This/ is why s/he chose to take this journey.")
Word Count: ~150
Rating: PG

"Coza..." Tlalli bit her lip. The older woman didn't stir in her train seat. Tlalli shook her head and slumped down in the seat across from her. "What am I doing? What are we doing?"

Coza answered with only a soft snore.

"I know, saving the world was my idea. Maybe... maybe it wasn't a good one, though. Maybe I should just leave it to the kids after all."

There was a long pause before Coza shifted in her sleep.

Tlalli sighed. "You're right. That wouldn't be fair to them. I've spent my whole life running, literally and emotionally, haven't I? I need to do this. I need to know I can. I need to do for those kids what I should have been doing all along." She yawned, eyed Coza's sleeping form, and nodded to herself. "I should sleep. Thanks for listening."

She closed her eyes and mumbled. "Love you."

Across from her, Coza smiled.

Comments

[bookblather]

Awwwwww, I like this. It's so true that usually we just want someone to listen while we figure it out ourselves. Lovely.

[finch]

So, yeah, that's totally my problem too.

[kay_brooke]

Heh. She really just needed to work it out on her own, and Coza knew that.

[shipwreck_light]

This breaks my widdle heart. And it's just- yes, it's sad, but it's searingly bright and happy too like train windows speeding by in an afternoon. Awesomesauce.

[finch]

Thank you! I'm glad it came through.