Post-Chosen Ficlets
May. 22nd, 2003 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estepheiaI intend to write a handful of connected post-Chosen flashfics called Survivors, each fic exactly 100 words long. I'm starting off with Dawn:
Dawn
It takes her a whole day to realize that everything she’s ever owned is gone. It’s not like that one time when she burnt all her diaries. Even then enough tangible evidence of her existence remained, clothes, trinkets, stuffed toys, and photographs. Now everything is gone, devoured by that gaping hole in the ground, chewed to bits between teeth of rubble and debris.
All that’s left is her and Buffy.
It’s when she realizes that she has no photograph or memento of her Mom, that she breaks down and cries. For herself, and for the ones that didn’t make it.
Dawn
It takes her a whole day to realize that everything she’s ever owned is gone. It’s not like that one time when she burnt all her diaries. Even then enough tangible evidence of her existence remained, clothes, trinkets, stuffed toys, and photographs. Now everything is gone, devoured by that gaping hole in the ground, chewed to bits between teeth of rubble and debris.
All that’s left is her and Buffy.
It’s when she realizes that she has no photograph or memento of her Mom, that she breaks down and cries. For herself, and for the ones that didn’t make it.
