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Readings - "Starting Over"
So I wrote this originally for Brigit’s Flame, an LJ writing comm that does monthly contests surrounded around weekly prompts. One week was “Starting Over”, and this B-side happened. And I realize that the reason this isn’t on the site is because it’s still sort of rough (as in requiring a close editing/supplementary research phase), but it’s not so rough that I can’t share it.
Plus, I did say I’d share some Lucy/Wyatt, didn’t I? So we’ll call it a WIP.
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Wyatt Amherst turns over and finds he is alone in bed. He opens one tired eye and fumbles ‘round his night table for his glasses. He finds his lamp first and turns it on, blinking away the shock of sudden light. The blurred secrets of the clock face becomes clearer as he sits up and puts his glasses on.
It is four o’clock in the morning and Lucinda is not in bed. Wyatt puts the clock down. He opens the drawer of his night table and pulls on the pair of socks he took off before falling asleep earlier that night. Even though it is nearing summer, his years in the war—and his months kept prisoner in a camp—have done something to his feet. The floor always feels colder to him than to everyone else. Perhaps it goes even further back, all the way to his childhood. Each winter seemed worst than the one before it, and after his parents died, when it was only him and his brother, the winter immediately following was the worst ever in his young life. Now he carries winter everywhere he steps, but the socks help a little.
Oh, and tea. Tea also helps fight the winter, and as Wyatt creeps out of bed and down the stairs, he has a feeling (more of an instinct, really) that his wife is making tea right now, in their little kitchen. Or perhaps she’s already made it, depending on how long she’s been out of bed. Tea! These days, she takes it with lots of mint in it; very flavorful, like Robert used to insist on as a child. (That only makes it fitting, then, doesn’t it? That he should be remembered in a namesake?) But is it tea for one or two?
Let's make tomorrow Fictional Friday.
If this goes well, I’ll aim it every other week or weekly or something. Leave the following in my ask box—
- Two names
- A place
- An emotion
—and I shall aim to write a short drabble with them. I realize I’m putting myself on the spot doing it so suddenly, so there may not be as many, but what the hell? I’m sure it’ll at least kind of make for interesting reads, no? And I can always use the practice.