Ficlet #1

[in_the_blue]

For lostinapapercup, by request



It's a chair. It's a chair in the corner of the room; the window looks out onto the streets of the city of Tharsis. Not the best neighborhood and not the worst.

Just Tharsis.

The chair is empty; the apartment's empty. There's nothing left, or at least nothing to personally identify the woman who lives here.

Lived here.

Except she left the blown-glass fish. Stupid, isn't it?

I gave her that. She used to sit there on that chair in front of that window, the fish and a vase with a rose in it right there on the sill and I'll never forget the first time I saw her sitting in that chair: I was in pretty goddamn bad shape and she took me in and bandaged me up and took care of me and I thought she sang like a mermaid and mermaids needed fish for company and as soon as I could, I got her that little glass sculpture.

Damn. I guess she really did mean to leave. To leave me. To leave me behind.

That really sucks.

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[lostinapapercup.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

That's kind of terribly depressing.

(Which isn't to say I'm not pleased with how it turned out. Not at all.)

Somehow I never really thought about it from that point of view, and I like that.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

But you got two end credit screen shot stories in one (a good thing), and I had no idea what I was going to write about that goddamn chair but I knew something would come to me, and it did, and for the life of me I never looked at it that way until the moment those words came pouring out.

I'm pretty pleased with it myself. Who knew? There are an even dozen pictures left. I might not be done with writing tiny ficlets about them... but no more tonight.