Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply with a 100-200 word fic, i.e. a 'drabble', inspired by the prompt. (For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words!)
You can reply with the full text of the drabble, or link out to another site like Ao3, Tumblr, etc.
Any rating is permitted; please warn for NSFW and content where appropriate.
WHAT ELSE?
Don't worry if you missed last week: you can go back and write a late response anytime.
You may post more than one response to a single week's prompt.
If you're inspired to continue your drabbles, you're welcome to connect multiple challenge responses to each other, or expand on your fics outside of the challenge.
Characters: Sumio, Tetsu mention Rating: G, But Watch Out Notes: another sort of future to consider Word count: 100
It’s another humid day where time feels at a standstill, stagnant air hanging in place. Sumio peers out the office window, and finds himself slipping into a familiar habit.
He visualises a rural town, a florist. She’s there, now a lovely grown woman, tending to potting mix with a smile. What about a cafe? Wearing a small apron, she serves coffee with a kind hand. A library, now. Pushing a book cart between tables, a sparkle in her eye.
A hard hand clapping over his shoulder brings him back to the Wards. Tetsu says something, and Sumio doesn’t hear him.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
50k) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
heinouscrimesunit2022-01-16 03:04 pm
no subject
(Anonymous) 2022-01-20 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)Rating: G, But Watch Out
Notes: another sort of future to consider
Word count: 100
It’s another humid day where time feels at a standstill, stagnant air hanging in place. Sumio peers out the office window, and finds himself slipping into a familiar habit.
He visualises a rural town, a florist. She’s there, now a lovely grown woman, tending to potting mix with a smile. What about a cafe? Wearing a small apron, she serves coffee with a kind hand. A library, now. Pushing a book cart between tables, a sparkle in her eye.
A hard hand clapping over his shoulder brings him back to the Wards. Tetsu says something, and Sumio doesn’t hear him.