In Honor Of A Sale, I Give You A Snippet
Dec. 11th, 2006 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmerriam7-day sale of my historical flash fiction piece, "Silent Night," based on the Christmas Truce of 1914, to Harûah. This is the oldest piece of fiction I still had unsold, written in 1997. I've been searching for a home for this little guy for a long time.
1800+ words.
On "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine" they use to do what Ron Moore called "torture Chief O'Brien" episodes. The last few chapters have been primarly "torture Jill." Poor thing.
Now that Mae and Jill are together again, things are gathering speed. I'm very near the 2/3rds point. The barn door isn't exactly in sight yet, but it's just around the bend.
Jill tried to remain sitting up as Mae looked around at the artic-like expanse. It was a losing battle. She closed her eye and fell with a dull thump into the snow.
"Jill! Jill, get up!"
"Can't."
She felt her head being lifted. It settled on something soft.
"Jill, you can't die here. If you do, you'll be trapped here forever. You have to sit up. Come on, stay with me."
"Can't. Too tired." Jill tried to snuggle closer to the soft thing she was lying on. She thought she heard a bell in the distance.
The voice above her turned fierce. "Don't you dare die on me, Jill Hall! Not now, not after you've come this far. You can't just walk into the underworld, rescue me, and then die. That won't do! It won't do at all, do you understand me?"
The sound of the bell was getting closer. Jill cracked open her good eye. Mae's face was inches from her own. A tear rolled down Mae's nose. Jill felt it land on her cheek.
"Mae--"
Mae smiled down at her. "I can't very well take you for a lover if you die on me, now can I?"
"Mae, listen to me--"
"You're not dying!" Mae hissed through gritted teeth. "I need you, you silly thing. I need you."
Jill smiled. "Need you too. Now be quiet and listen. I think our ride's coming. There are two transfers in the left-hand pocket of my pants."
Mae's face looked confused for a minute, and then she must have heard the bell as well. Jill turned her head in time to see the big yellow streetcar roll up and open its bright red door. The sign on the front read: "Malveux Express: Eastbound."
Jill felt Mae reached into her pocket. She closed her eye as her smile widened. I finally convinced Mae to get into my pants, a tired part of her brain thought.
Jill felt herself being lifted up. She opened her eye and tried to laugh. She had done it. She had charged into the wastes of Annwn. She had found Mae and brought her out alive. They were going home. She had done it.
She passed out.
How Much Is That Word Meter In The Window...
1800+ words.
On "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine" they use to do what Ron Moore called "torture Chief O'Brien" episodes. The last few chapters have been primarly "torture Jill." Poor thing.
Now that Mae and Jill are together again, things are gathering speed. I'm very near the 2/3rds point. The barn door isn't exactly in sight yet, but it's just around the bend.
Jill tried to remain sitting up as Mae looked around at the artic-like expanse. It was a losing battle. She closed her eye and fell with a dull thump into the snow.
"Jill! Jill, get up!"
"Can't."
She felt her head being lifted. It settled on something soft.
"Jill, you can't die here. If you do, you'll be trapped here forever. You have to sit up. Come on, stay with me."
"Can't. Too tired." Jill tried to snuggle closer to the soft thing she was lying on. She thought she heard a bell in the distance.
The voice above her turned fierce. "Don't you dare die on me, Jill Hall! Not now, not after you've come this far. You can't just walk into the underworld, rescue me, and then die. That won't do! It won't do at all, do you understand me?"
The sound of the bell was getting closer. Jill cracked open her good eye. Mae's face was inches from her own. A tear rolled down Mae's nose. Jill felt it land on her cheek.
"Mae--"
Mae smiled down at her. "I can't very well take you for a lover if you die on me, now can I?"
"Mae, listen to me--"
"You're not dying!" Mae hissed through gritted teeth. "I need you, you silly thing. I need you."
Jill smiled. "Need you too. Now be quiet and listen. I think our ride's coming. There are two transfers in the left-hand pocket of my pants."
Mae's face looked confused for a minute, and then she must have heard the bell as well. Jill turned her head in time to see the big yellow streetcar roll up and open its bright red door. The sign on the front read: "Malveux Express: Eastbound."
Jill felt Mae reached into her pocket. She closed her eye as her smile widened. I finally convinced Mae to get into my pants, a tired part of her brain thought.
Jill felt herself being lifted up. She opened her eye and tried to laugh. She had done it. She had charged into the wastes of Annwn. She had found Mae and brought her out alive. They were going home. She had done it.
She passed out.
How Much Is That Word Meter In The Window...
