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Drabble #65: Hearts
...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 64, with entries by the gorgeous
ghislaine and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix). We were more lively on the commenting love, with encouraging words by me, the tremendous 3iggy, and the gorgeous ghislaine.Oh, dear intrepid labyfic collective, I love you so!
For this prompt, we continue with our one-word drabble roots, taking inspiration from a signature symbol of Valentine’s Day:
Hearts
Whose hearts? (Did they make tarts, all on a summer day? Sorry, my Alice in Wonderland roots are showing.)
Tell us all about it. You know you want to.
I continue to enjoy the 300 word limit, so let's continue with it for this month. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!
Your entry should take the following format, posted as a comment on this entry:
Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble
I'll aim to get the next drabble challenge out on the first Friday of next month (Mar 2).
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Drabble #65
A/N: I don’t usually write young Sarah’s but I loved the idea of spending V-day in the 80’s.
Sarah couldn’t help but smirk at all the pink and red clad girls filing out of the classrooms, headed for the doors, clutching carnations over their hearts. Rolling her eyes, Sarah slammed the locker shut and pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder.
It was cold and raining as she made her exit. There was no love struck boy waiting to take her to a bad movie. Oh no—life could never be that simple.
Sarah raked her fingers through her wet hair and quickly pulled it back with a scrunchy. The park came into view—grey and forlorn. Taking out her Walkman, she jammed the headphones over her ears and claimed her usual bench which was sheltered from most of the rain by the limbs of an old and friendly tree.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the tree and listened as Heart came roaring out the headphones. Everything was perfect until she felt the weight of his stare.
She pretended not to notice.
The minutes ticked away and Toto replaced Heart on her mixed tape. Was it possible for a stare to grow heavier?
With a sigh, Sarah sat up and pulled her headphones down around her neck, bracing herself before she opened her eyes.
“Your taste in music is questionable,” he sneered. It was amazing how well he fit into the gothic atmosphere of the park, a modern day Heathcliff stranded in the moors of Connecticut.
She smiled. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
His eyes twinkled despite the gloom. “I’ve brought you gift.”
“Oh really?” Sarah’s smile vanished as she straightened further, now wary of the king sitting beside her on the old wooden bench. “Are you here to paint me mornings of gold? to spin my Valentine’s evening?”
His grin grew wide and feral. “So glad you remember,” he said with a graceful twirl of his wrist.
Sarah stared at the crystal. “It is truly a gift?”
“Of course,” he held it out to her.
Hesitating only a moment, knowing the risk, Sarah reach for the offering anyway. When her fingers closed gently around it, the orb transformed into a sleek white cassette tape. Astounded she drug her gaze away from it to question the giver, but he was gone—just like that.
With a grin, Sarah plucked up the Walkman and quickly switched out the tape. Who needed heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and cheap flowers anyways?
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