Day 1: Prompt #53: A box of old photographsd_kel689May 31 2010, 22:14:53 UTC
Molly sighed quietly as she began to close the lid of the attaché case. She didn’t need these, these awful reminders of a delightful time she could never recapture. With one breath, the pictures mocked her mercilessly, reminders of more simple times; with the next, they promised rest, respite, and purpose.
She would forget him because he had to forget her; it was in everyone’s best interest.
The children would be safer with him than they ever could have been with her. Lucas would love them; he was more father than they’d ever known.
Day 3: Prompt #1: "Vacation"d_kel689June 1 2010, 04:16:42 UTC
Lucas leaned back in his hammock and propped the book on his knees. They’d ALL needed this time away, just to escape the bullshit back home.
He surveyed the scene in front of him; everyone had made it this time. All the kids he could lay claim to, plus the few he laid claim to anyway and…Daisy. God, Daisy was something else. But she was a doll to come along and help mind the eight children he’d manage to accumulate over the past few years.
“Da, come help us build!” Shane, the oldest, called to him.
Day 4: Prompt # 21 "The first thing you broke"d_kel689June 1 2010, 16:00:46 UTC
“God damn it, Luke, you KNOW this isn’t how I wanted things to go…” Molly slammed her open palm against the dashboard, drowning the sounds of whatever obscure band Lucas had found this week.
Lucas glared out of the corner of his eye, “I KNOW that, huh?” She wanted to screech; he could be entirely too infuriating sometimes.
She bit the inside of her cheek, “Yes, Luke. You know that. I hate him; I wish this could be your kid. God, I wish that with EVERYTHING.” Traitorous tears ran silently down her face.
Day 5: Prompt # 29: "The kindness (or not) of strangers"d_kel689June 1 2010, 16:10:14 UTC
“Fuckin’ muggles,” Chelle spat as she and Shane hustled past the sneers/stares/glares of the bros (jock-like, no-nothing dudes on campus.) Shane grimaced and squeezed her hand tighter.
Once they were a ways away from the problem, Shane felt more able to catch his breath, “Chelle.” She refused to look him in the eyes. “Mi-chelle. Look at me. Why did we run?”
She scuffed the toe of her shoe on the ground, something she knew he hated. “Because they’re douche bags. And we’re faster.”
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She would forget him because he had to forget her; it was in everyone’s best interest.
The children would be safer with him than they ever could have been with her. Lucas would love them; he was more father than they’d ever known.
A decisive snap and she’s gone.
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Lucas sighs and runs a hand through the boy’s sandy colored hair, “That, love, is Miss Molly Springfield; she was Taylor and Crissy’s momma.”
Jesse bites his lower lip and looks imploringly at his papa, “But who is she to you?”
“She was the summer breeze to my oak tree, the carrot to my snowman. Boy, she was the last woman I could ever love. She was my Earth once.”
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He surveyed the scene in front of him; everyone had made it this time. All the kids he could lay claim to, plus the few he laid claim to anyway and…Daisy. God, Daisy was something else. But she was a doll to come along and help mind the eight children he’d manage to accumulate over the past few years.
“Da, come help us build!” Shane, the oldest, called to him.
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Lucas glared out of the corner of his eye, “I KNOW that, huh?” She wanted to screech; he could be entirely too infuriating sometimes.
She bit the inside of her cheek, “Yes, Luke. You know that. I hate him; I wish this could be your kid. God, I wish that with EVERYTHING.” Traitorous tears ran silently down her face.
“You promise?”
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Once they were a ways away from the problem, Shane felt more able to catch his breath, “Chelle.” She refused to look him in the eyes. “Mi-chelle. Look at me. Why did we run?”
She scuffed the toe of her shoe on the ground, something she knew he hated. “Because they’re douche bags. And we’re faster.”
He shook his head slowly, “You know better.”
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