Prompt: Leaves/Leaf/Left
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garnigalTotally ripping of married-n_mich - her definition of left, her idea of doing one for each word. Hope she at least likes them!
Leaves
Don’t blink.
Her eyes scanned the shadows, looking desperately for his strong form and peaceful, pain-filled eyes. He said he’d be gone, but she could sense him somewhere nearby. She needed just one last sight of him, one last wordless glance that assured him of her love, assured her of his grief.
Don’t blink.
Her eyes were stinging from the smoke when she finally saw him. He appeared out of nowhere, just like the first time she’d met him. The tears swimming in her eyes made everything look soft and romantic, despite the sorrow of their unspoken goodbyes.
She blinked.
Leaf
“Don’t you know anything, Slayer? The nights grow longer, and night is our time.”
“Night is your time… to die.”
“Weak, girl. Just like you –hardly worth my time.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“Lost your footing, little girl? Wet leaves and the smell of death; should have hidden away at home and left the dark for us. Still, you’ll leave a lovely corpse all white and bloodless. You’ll lie here, a boneless sprawl surrounded by vivid leaves to match the seeping wound at your throat.”
“Those wet leaves will get you every time – sorry you won’t leave a pretty corpse.”
Left
It wasn’t really that she was a bad driver. So she had a hard time maintaining a constant speed; she was always either right on someone’s bumper or miles behind. The slightest distraction could make her swerve all over and taking passengers was out of the question, since their nerves just made her panic more.
She’d never reveal the truth.
The real problem was far more insidious and embarrassing. She’d never tell anyone the truth. On foot she could use her spidey-senses to figure out where to go and her inability to tell left from right would stay her secret.
Leaves
Don’t blink.
Her eyes scanned the shadows, looking desperately for his strong form and peaceful, pain-filled eyes. He said he’d be gone, but she could sense him somewhere nearby. She needed just one last sight of him, one last wordless glance that assured him of her love, assured her of his grief.
Don’t blink.
Her eyes were stinging from the smoke when she finally saw him. He appeared out of nowhere, just like the first time she’d met him. The tears swimming in her eyes made everything look soft and romantic, despite the sorrow of their unspoken goodbyes.
She blinked.
Leaf
“Don’t you know anything, Slayer? The nights grow longer, and night is our time.”
“Night is your time… to die.”
“Weak, girl. Just like you –hardly worth my time.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“Lost your footing, little girl? Wet leaves and the smell of death; should have hidden away at home and left the dark for us. Still, you’ll leave a lovely corpse all white and bloodless. You’ll lie here, a boneless sprawl surrounded by vivid leaves to match the seeping wound at your throat.”
“Those wet leaves will get you every time – sorry you won’t leave a pretty corpse.”
Left
It wasn’t really that she was a bad driver. So she had a hard time maintaining a constant speed; she was always either right on someone’s bumper or miles behind. The slightest distraction could make her swerve all over and taking passengers was out of the question, since their nerves just made her panic more.
She’d never reveal the truth.
The real problem was far more insidious and embarrassing. She’d never tell anyone the truth. On foot she could use her spidey-senses to figure out where to go and her inability to tell left from right would stay her secret.
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Date: 2007-09-26 02:17 pm (UTC)