Ficlets, My Dear
I feel like I want to write something, but I'm not sure what that might be.
So.
Leave me a fandom, a character or ship, and an optional prompt, and I'll write you a tiny ficlet. The boyfriend's away for the weekend and I think this sounds like an excellent use of my time.
Written:
Brisco, Brisco/Dixie, Understanding
Parks and Rec, someone is ( Read more... )
So.
Leave me a fandom, a character or ship, and an optional prompt, and I'll write you a tiny ficlet. The boyfriend's away for the weekend and I think this sounds like an excellent use of my time.
Written:
Brisco, Brisco/Dixie, Understanding
Parks and Rec, someone is ( Read more... )
In the end, it's April who finds Jerry, sitting by himself on a metal bench in front of a small drainage pond optimistically posing as something considerably more pleasant, gazing out over the water.
She slides cautiously onto the bench next to him. "Heeey, Jerry. Old... buddy." She hits him awkwardly on the arm.
Jerry sighs, and rubs at his arm fretfully like she's some sort of boxer in training. "I suppose Leslie made you come find me," he says, and he just sounds kind of tired now.
"Well, yeah," she says, because she's pretty sure that sort of thing should be obvious. "You did disappear in the middle of your own retirement party. Leslie had to put the whole afternoon schedule on hold."
"I know."
"Grilling is on an indefinite hiatus. Ron is threatening to, like, mutiny or something."
Jerry fights back a smile and rubs his hand over his eyes, and he just seems old now in a way that April doesn't really want to think about too much. "It was just too much for me," he says ( ... )
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