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labyfic2024-08-06 01:17 pm
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Drabble #170: Enclosed
...we had a nice response to my last posted drabble prompt of Drabble 165, with entries by
redwolf and me (one of your intrepid drabble proposers, jalenstrix), and commenting by both redwolf and tojojo. Huzzah!As always, special labyfic love to
redwolf and tojojo for adding entries and comments for several previous drabble prompts. You guys continue to be the best!For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Enclosed
Who's enclosed? In what (or who)? How? By whom? Tell us all about it. Labyfic-style, of course.
Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit for this month of 500 words. 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
$your_beautiful_drabble
I'll aim to get my next drabble challenge out on the first Tuesday of next month (Sep 3).
I'm also very happy to take suggestions if something in particular strikes your fancy -- comment on this post or PM me with your suggestions. You can see our current collected suggestions here.
Remember: Feedback is LOVE. So do reply to your fellow labyficcers' drabbles if so inclined. (Though be careful of concrit unless specifically okayed by the author beforehand. Authors generally write for love.)
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(WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH WITHIN. Not the way I wanted my intro here to work -- LOL --, but the story had a VERY determined mind of its own!)
She ran her fingers lovingly down the leather spine of her favorite book. She had been an avid reader in her entire life, but this story has always remained her favorite. As a girl, she had wondered about the characters within the fantastical tale. Then she had lived the adventure herself, and like, as she had come to learn many years later, many of the girls before her, she had never forgotten him.
She had never forgotten him, but she had never found him again either. She had even adopted solely out of the desire to find a way back to him, rather than any actual idea that she might make even a half-way decent parent. She had been careful to adopt a child no other parent would want, but when she had offered the boy up to the Goblin King, he had not appeared. For a while, she had doubted her own sanity, but then she had begun, at last, to find others like her.
Jareth, it seemed, had made the rounds, and those who had been returned to their homes, like herself, had never stopped aching for him. Their brothers were safe, of course, and grew into men who had no idea what their older sisters had sacrificed to allow them to have the lives they did. It often drove a divide between brother and sister. Luckily, she and Toby had never been that way. She was glad their relationship had thrived, but sometimes, she wondered at what cost.
Sarah tapped the book, thinking of the latest picture she had enclosed within. Art was one of few cathartic exercises that seemed to actually ease her troubled soul. Perhaps Jareth had never wanted her -- he had only ever wanted Toby --, but to this night, there was a part of her that could not accept that. Yes, he had had many girls before and after, she was sure, but there was something about the bond they had shared.
He had allowed her to keep her memories. That had to mean something! But then, what of the girl who had written the novel in the first place? The author had been long dead before Sarah had ever encountered the story, so she'd never gotten to meet her. In the interviews she'd read, she'd only ever spoken of her story as being just that, a fantasy. The details were too authentic, Sarah knew from firsthand experience, to have been made up.
Her grandniece giggled in the next room; Sarah crossed over to stand in the doorway. It was storming again, but Sarah knew the child was safe. Of all those she had tried to offer, he had come for none. She turned the light off, murmuring the old words. When everything turned silent, Sarah's heart leapt. It had finally worked!
She found herself again standing on the same hilltop, his hand caressing her cheek.
"Sarah, Sarah, your own blood?"
"I would give anything."
Sarah Williams' body was found the next morn.
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