Post by aurorax on Jul 9, 2009 13:25:25 GMT 10
I noticed no one had done a drabble for the new prompt yet, so I figured I'd give it a shot...
Title: Make You Proud
Rating: PG
Prompt: #6, Puzzles
Words: 300
Summary: Mother said that some people were mysteries waiting to be solved.
He followed it with his eyes as it shimmered in the first rays of dawn like a mirage, all beauty and grace and power. Untouchable. The thrill of the forbidden was what drew him in.
His lessons had started with one rule: you may only ride the pony. But now he wanted to ride the wild new stallion, just like his cousin did. And he always got what he wanted.
Hands fought for purchase on the sleek glossy mane; mouth opened to call for help but was paralyzed in a silent scream of terror. The paddock fence loomed ahead, inevitable, flying closer at a rate he hadn’t imagined possible. There was no way to stop.
Then Roger was there, just beyond the rails, come to his rescue as always.
Their eyes met; but in his cousin’s gaze was not the anger or disappointment he had been bracing for, knowing it would sting more bitterly than broken bones. No, Roger simply stood there, motionless, a small smile playing across his face.
It hit like lightning, the jolt that sent him skyward, only for a moment; then the rushing ground did not hesitate to renew its claim, down, down, ever faster. And finally…nothing. He was frozen for a single second, the tall grasses just brushing his chilled skin, before being gently lowered into their soft caress. He knew Roger wouldn’t let him fall.
Mother said that some people were mysteries waiting to be solved, something he would appreciate when he was older. Which might be true- her advice usually was- but he was fairly sure no amount of years would provide a key to the lack of fury, the strange smile.
So Jon just allowed himself to believe that he had made his cousin proud. Some things were better not to know.
Title: Make You Proud
Rating: PG
Prompt: #6, Puzzles
Words: 300
Summary: Mother said that some people were mysteries waiting to be solved.
He followed it with his eyes as it shimmered in the first rays of dawn like a mirage, all beauty and grace and power. Untouchable. The thrill of the forbidden was what drew him in.
His lessons had started with one rule: you may only ride the pony. But now he wanted to ride the wild new stallion, just like his cousin did. And he always got what he wanted.
Hands fought for purchase on the sleek glossy mane; mouth opened to call for help but was paralyzed in a silent scream of terror. The paddock fence loomed ahead, inevitable, flying closer at a rate he hadn’t imagined possible. There was no way to stop.
Then Roger was there, just beyond the rails, come to his rescue as always.
Their eyes met; but in his cousin’s gaze was not the anger or disappointment he had been bracing for, knowing it would sting more bitterly than broken bones. No, Roger simply stood there, motionless, a small smile playing across his face.
It hit like lightning, the jolt that sent him skyward, only for a moment; then the rushing ground did not hesitate to renew its claim, down, down, ever faster. And finally…nothing. He was frozen for a single second, the tall grasses just brushing his chilled skin, before being gently lowered into their soft caress. He knew Roger wouldn’t let him fall.
Mother said that some people were mysteries waiting to be solved, something he would appreciate when he was older. Which might be true- her advice usually was- but he was fairly sure no amount of years would provide a key to the lack of fury, the strange smile.
So Jon just allowed himself to believe that he had made his cousin proud. Some things were better not to know.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!