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fiction_drabblesTitle: Paths.
Challenge/Prompt: Fall
Original Fiction
Characters: girl, handlers
Rating: PG
Warnings: None really. I guess the handlers thing might be mildly disturbing.
Summary: They won't let her fall.
She meanders slowly along the garden path, stumbling over the occasional weeds that are growing in the cracks of the cobblestones. The weeds are always there, regardless of the constant attention of the complex gardeners.
She is lost in her own thoughts, now, and she only notices that her handlers have been following her when she stumbles once more, and suddenly they're there, catching her on either side.
Then they step back again, but they're still ready to catch her if she falls. Two paces behind. Muted voices and padded footsteps are quickly becoming the soundtrack of her life.
Challenge/Prompt: Fall
Original Fiction
Characters: girl, handlers
Rating: PG
Warnings: None really. I guess the handlers thing might be mildly disturbing.
Summary: They won't let her fall.
She meanders slowly along the garden path, stumbling over the occasional weeds that are growing in the cracks of the cobblestones. The weeds are always there, regardless of the constant attention of the complex gardeners.
She is lost in her own thoughts, now, and she only notices that her handlers have been following her when she stumbles once more, and suddenly they're there, catching her on either side.
Then they step back again, but they're still ready to catch her if she falls. Two paces behind. Muted voices and padded footsteps are quickly becoming the soundtrack of her life.
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Date: 2009-05-29 02:21 am (UTC)