Preparation Drabbles
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garnigalNot happy with these three, but I'm on a posting roll - can't stop to worry about quality now!
Cross posted to open_on_sunday.
Prophecy Girl?
The dress was white.
It hung on the back of the door, protected by the plastic garment bag.
It was innocence. It was the things she wished she was, but knew she’d never be. It was the future she’d never see.
She put it on and went to face her fate.
~
The dress is white.
It hangs on the back of the door, billowing in the gentle breeze.
It is promises. It is the things she’d dreamed of, but feared she’d never have. It is the future she’d thought lost.
She puts it on and goes to meet her bridegroom.
Matter of Time
There are some things you can never prepare for.
It doesn’t matter how old you are. It doesn’t matter that you’ve already buried four grandparents, innumerable aunts and uncles, several friends, a father and a lover. It doesn’t matter that you watched other young girls go into battle and never return. It doesn’t matter that you’ve watched other people grieve. It doesn’t matter that you’ve steeled yourself for this. It doesn’t matter that you’ve imagined every possible way you could lose her. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been warned.
It doesn’t matter that it was only a matter of time.
Be Prepared
He knew how to make a fire without a match.
He knew how to make saltwater fresh.
He knew how to tie a half-hitch, a granny and a bowline.
He knew how to read a compass and a map.
He knew how to set up a tent and a snare.
He knew how long it took to make a can of beans explode in the fire.
He knew how to whittle and how to recognize animal tracks.
And as of now, he knew how much pressure it took to get a pointy piece of wood through your best friend’s chest.
Cross posted to open_on_sunday.
Prophecy Girl?
The dress was white.
It hung on the back of the door, protected by the plastic garment bag.
It was innocence. It was the things she wished she was, but knew she’d never be. It was the future she’d never see.
She put it on and went to face her fate.
~
The dress is white.
It hangs on the back of the door, billowing in the gentle breeze.
It is promises. It is the things she’d dreamed of, but feared she’d never have. It is the future she’d thought lost.
She puts it on and goes to meet her bridegroom.
Matter of Time
There are some things you can never prepare for.
It doesn’t matter how old you are. It doesn’t matter that you’ve already buried four grandparents, innumerable aunts and uncles, several friends, a father and a lover. It doesn’t matter that you watched other young girls go into battle and never return. It doesn’t matter that you’ve watched other people grieve. It doesn’t matter that you’ve steeled yourself for this. It doesn’t matter that you’ve imagined every possible way you could lose her. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been warned.
It doesn’t matter that it was only a matter of time.
Be Prepared
He knew how to make a fire without a match.
He knew how to make saltwater fresh.
He knew how to tie a half-hitch, a granny and a bowline.
He knew how to read a compass and a map.
He knew how to set up a tent and a snare.
He knew how long it took to make a can of beans explode in the fire.
He knew how to whittle and how to recognize animal tracks.
And as of now, he knew how much pressure it took to get a pointy piece of wood through your best friend’s chest.
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Date: 2006-12-06 04:38 pm (UTC)Now if the prompt was unexpected... "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!"