Ficlet: Dream Deferred
Was going to make this a longer post, with another ficlet, but that one started growing like kudzu, so here's this one all by its lonesome.
Title: Dream Deferred
Character: Laura
Rating: G
A/N: Prompts from an Inspiration Day post at
bsg_epics : The sound of a breeze/ Grass on bare feet/ The taste of fresh air
The hatch swings open. An arm extends, and she takes it to anchor herself, looks up at his bright blue eyes twinkling back at her. The cool breeze gambols among the dazed and unbelieving crowd, whipping up her auburn locks and lacing them with giddy laughter, golden and winged. She bends to peel off her shoes, luxuriates in the sensations of saw-edged grass and rough pebbles digging into her feet, and trips on the uneven ground with a delighted “Oh!”
Laura wakes up in the dark of her cabin, gasping. All too quickly the stale tang of recycled air crowds out the lively taste of that imagined breeze from her mouth, and she has to close her eyes against growing moisture.
They’ll find Earth. She knows they will, and she will get them there. In her mind she declares, for the good of the limping remnants of humanity, and in her heart she prays, for one last chance at joy.
Title: Dream Deferred
Character: Laura
Rating: G
A/N: Prompts from an Inspiration Day post at
bsg_epics : The sound of a breeze/ Grass on bare feet/ The taste of fresh air
The hatch swings open. An arm extends, and she takes it to anchor herself, looks up at his bright blue eyes twinkling back at her. The cool breeze gambols among the dazed and unbelieving crowd, whipping up her auburn locks and lacing them with giddy laughter, golden and winged. She bends to peel off her shoes, luxuriates in the sensations of saw-edged grass and rough pebbles digging into her feet, and trips on the uneven ground with a delighted “Oh!”
Laura wakes up in the dark of her cabin, gasping. All too quickly the stale tang of recycled air crowds out the lively taste of that imagined breeze from her mouth, and she has to close her eyes against growing moisture.
They’ll find Earth. She knows they will, and she will get them there. In her mind she declares, for the good of the limping remnants of humanity, and in her heart she prays, for one last chance at joy.