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ok this time I think I channeled Sam/Jack. Possibly b/c of all the fandom crap I just read :P
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It was a small pond. Hardly a lake or a sea. A rock thrown from one side could easily hit the other. Even if you were a girl. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth black stone, pulled her arm back and then flung the stone with all her might. It fell just shy of the far side,making a tiny splash as it slipped beneath the surface.
"Dammit,"she muttered, kicking more rocks into the water for good measure. Her ire was not for the rock itself, nor for the pond, or even for the fish she was surely disturbing, but for the man back in the cabin far behind her. The cabin she refused to turn and look at.
Sighing heavily,she sank down to her knees on the damp bank, and stared into the murky water. A breeze blew softly across the surface, rippling the water into tiny waves, and stirring up the silt below.
Tilting her head back, she squinted up into the afternoon sun. "Rain right now would be more appropriate," she told the sky. The heavens did not oblige.
A crunching sound on the pebbles and leaves behind her told her someone was approaching. Someone she did not wish to speak to or even see just now. She kept her back resolutely stiff, as the steps became more and more hesitant.
"Nice breeze," offered a soft voice as the footsteps stopped.
She ignored it.
"Remember the first time we came up here?" the voice continued. "To go fishing?Only there weren't any fish. There never are."
"Are too," she said automatically, then clamped her jaw tightly shut.
"If there are, then you put them there." the voice sounded amused now, and the footsteps resumed, coming to her right side. She turned her head fiercely to the left, refusing to look at him.
She heard a soft grunt as he lowered himself to his always sore knees. "C'mon," he said softly. "Talk to me."
The wind was picking up, and she shivered as a shadow seemed to fall over her. Hugging her arms tightly, she maintained her silence.
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creativewriterIt was a small pond. Hardly a lake or a sea. A rock thrown from one side could easily hit the other. Even if you were a girl. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth black stone, pulled her arm back and then flung the stone with all her might. It fell just shy of the far side,making a tiny splash as it slipped beneath the surface.
"Dammit,"she muttered, kicking more rocks into the water for good measure. Her ire was not for the rock itself, nor for the pond, or even for the fish she was surely disturbing, but for the man back in the cabin far behind her. The cabin she refused to turn and look at.
Sighing heavily,she sank down to her knees on the damp bank, and stared into the murky water. A breeze blew softly across the surface, rippling the water into tiny waves, and stirring up the silt below.
Tilting her head back, she squinted up into the afternoon sun. "Rain right now would be more appropriate," she told the sky. The heavens did not oblige.
A crunching sound on the pebbles and leaves behind her told her someone was approaching. Someone she did not wish to speak to or even see just now. She kept her back resolutely stiff, as the steps became more and more hesitant.
"Nice breeze," offered a soft voice as the footsteps stopped.
She ignored it.
"Remember the first time we came up here?" the voice continued. "To go fishing?Only there weren't any fish. There never are."
"Are too," she said automatically, then clamped her jaw tightly shut.
"If there are, then you put them there." the voice sounded amused now, and the footsteps resumed, coming to her right side. She turned her head fiercely to the left, refusing to look at him.
She heard a soft grunt as he lowered himself to his always sore knees. "C'mon," he said softly. "Talk to me."
The wind was picking up, and she shivered as a shadow seemed to fall over her. Hugging her arms tightly, she maintained her silence.
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