Fic Dust, promt 17 dust
Written for 100originalfics
Title: Dust
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters: Ceecee at age 16
Prompt: 17, Brown
Word Count: 701
Rating: G
Notes: Thanks to Heather for the beta read. Ceecee is pronounced (seesee).
Ceecee looked out the window of the train and sighed as the dropped the piece of embroidery she’d been working on into her lap. The view still hadn’t changed; it was nothing but miles of brown empty prairie, the same as it had been yesterday and the day before that.
She looked around at her traveling companions in the vain hope of a little conversation. All she could see of Jane, who was sitting across from her in their private car, was the top her calico bonnet and the back of the book she was reading. Andrew, who was sitting beside her was sleeping, his head propped on a pillow he’d purloined from the sleeping car. His white-blond hair ruffled in the wind from the open window.
So much for someone to talk to. But really, there wasn’t much to talk about anyway. The three of them had already spent several days together making their trip from Chicago to San Francisco to meet with their new masters. They had all three turned sixteen this year, and the Red Creek School had pronounced them trained and ready to fulfill the function to which they had been born.
There had been a lot of telegrams and letters back and forth between Master Brock and a Master named Annabel L. Cooper. From what little information Ceecee had able to put together it seemed there were several vampires now living in the west, but only a handful were interested in having a personal servant. Of that handful only four had the means to get and keep one. But the school had only had her, Jane, and Andrew old enough to be sent. Another servant could be sent in a year or two.
More telegrams were exchanged as the travel arrangements were made and tickets purchased, and all the niggley little details of sending three young adults from a school somewhere near Chicago to a train station in San Francisco were worked out. Ceecee knew that a great deal of money was also exchanged, only a small part of it being pocket money for the three of them when traveling.
Miss Cooper was going to be meeting them in San Francisco. They would all stay with her until Andrew and Jane’s owners could come and get them. Andrew was going to be going to Los Angeles and Jane to a city somewhere in-between, Santa Carlota if Ceecee remembered the name right. Ceecee was going to be staying in San Francisco with Annabel Lee Cooper. All she knew about Miss Cooper was that she was over a hundred years old and that she was wealthy enough to have the Red Creek School send her a servant from the across a continent.
In the beginning they talked for hours about what it was gong to be like when they got to their new homes, and they watched out the train windows taking in the views that they might never get to see again. But the excitement of the trip had gradually faded to travel fatigue and boredom, especially now when they were crossing the prairie.
Even though it was 1896 the prairie was still mostly empty land. Empty fields and rolling brown hills covered in brown dry grass went on as far as the eye could see. Every now and then the train would stop at in a town that was just as brown and dull looking as the world around it. Brown dust settled everywhere there was a surface it could cling to. Ceecee could understand how it was that some of the settlers making the trip in covered wagons might have gone mad from the endless view for months at a time. The few days it was taking her and her companions on the train were enough to make them bicker and argue with each other. Maybe it was a just as well that Andrew was asleep, for she didn’t need another fight right now.
With another sigh Ceecee picked up her embroidery, blew the brown dust off of it and tried not to let her eyes go back to looking out the window at the endless brown landscape on the other side of the window.
Title: Dust
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters: Ceecee at age 16
Prompt: 17, Brown
Word Count: 701
Rating: G
Notes: Thanks to Heather for the beta read. Ceecee is pronounced (seesee).
Ceecee looked out the window of the train and sighed as the dropped the piece of embroidery she’d been working on into her lap. The view still hadn’t changed; it was nothing but miles of brown empty prairie, the same as it had been yesterday and the day before that.
She looked around at her traveling companions in the vain hope of a little conversation. All she could see of Jane, who was sitting across from her in their private car, was the top her calico bonnet and the back of the book she was reading. Andrew, who was sitting beside her was sleeping, his head propped on a pillow he’d purloined from the sleeping car. His white-blond hair ruffled in the wind from the open window.
So much for someone to talk to. But really, there wasn’t much to talk about anyway. The three of them had already spent several days together making their trip from Chicago to San Francisco to meet with their new masters. They had all three turned sixteen this year, and the Red Creek School had pronounced them trained and ready to fulfill the function to which they had been born.
There had been a lot of telegrams and letters back and forth between Master Brock and a Master named Annabel L. Cooper. From what little information Ceecee had able to put together it seemed there were several vampires now living in the west, but only a handful were interested in having a personal servant. Of that handful only four had the means to get and keep one. But the school had only had her, Jane, and Andrew old enough to be sent. Another servant could be sent in a year or two.
More telegrams were exchanged as the travel arrangements were made and tickets purchased, and all the niggley little details of sending three young adults from a school somewhere near Chicago to a train station in San Francisco were worked out. Ceecee knew that a great deal of money was also exchanged, only a small part of it being pocket money for the three of them when traveling.
Miss Cooper was going to be meeting them in San Francisco. They would all stay with her until Andrew and Jane’s owners could come and get them. Andrew was going to be going to Los Angeles and Jane to a city somewhere in-between, Santa Carlota if Ceecee remembered the name right. Ceecee was going to be staying in San Francisco with Annabel Lee Cooper. All she knew about Miss Cooper was that she was over a hundred years old and that she was wealthy enough to have the Red Creek School send her a servant from the across a continent.
In the beginning they talked for hours about what it was gong to be like when they got to their new homes, and they watched out the train windows taking in the views that they might never get to see again. But the excitement of the trip had gradually faded to travel fatigue and boredom, especially now when they were crossing the prairie.
Even though it was 1896 the prairie was still mostly empty land. Empty fields and rolling brown hills covered in brown dry grass went on as far as the eye could see. Every now and then the train would stop at in a town that was just as brown and dull looking as the world around it. Brown dust settled everywhere there was a surface it could cling to. Ceecee could understand how it was that some of the settlers making the trip in covered wagons might have gone mad from the endless view for months at a time. The few days it was taking her and her companions on the train were enough to make them bicker and argue with each other. Maybe it was a just as well that Andrew was asleep, for she didn’t need another fight right now.
With another sigh Ceecee picked up her embroidery, blew the brown dust off of it and tried not to let her eyes go back to looking out the window at the endless brown landscape on the other side of the window.