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!)
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Characters: Henry, Jeane, Travis Rating: G Notes: these kids deserved a little better Word count: 96
Henry huddles around Jeane, Travis on the other side as they duck against a withered tree. The warmth between them is scant, but it's there.
Jeane glances down at Travis' bruised and scraped knee in mild concern; Henry is already approaching his younger brother with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. The salve stings, and they all grimace.
Travis, twenty-seven and alone in his motel room, remembers these in bursts, names at the edges of his memory. He pets Jeane, and the recollections are gone as quickly as they came.
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(Anonymous) 2022-04-11 05:27 am (UTC)(link)Rating: G
Notes: these kids deserved a little better
Word count: 96
Henry huddles around Jeane, Travis on the other side as they duck against a withered tree. The warmth between them is scant, but it's there.
Jeane glances down at Travis' bruised and scraped knee in mild concern; Henry is already approaching his younger brother with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. The salve stings, and they all grimace.
Travis, twenty-seven and alone in his motel room, remembers these in bursts, names at the edges of his memory. He pets Jeane, and the recollections are gone as quickly as they came.