a reflection on the past
I'm not sure I even remember how to post on here. It's been that long.
Title: A Reflection on the Past
Prompt: Collection
Media: Fic
Characters: Makino, hints of others
Rating: G
Word Count: 201
The view from her window was more than she could have ever hoped. The sight of the two young boys playing on those cliffs was superimposed in her mind bringing back the wistful memories of days long past. She quickly finished arranging the small items on the shelves, making sure to leave space for one more. Hopefully it was enough. There was no telling what that ruffian might bring back to her this time. For all she knew it could be a small pretty stone, or a giant piece of iron. Makino shook her head as she thought of the vast array of items that had been collected over the years. Tears formed in her eyes as she touched the gold frame holding a picture of the boys she held so dear. Shouts of laughter drifted up from the docks announcing that the youngest had finally come to visit. One more look out the window said he had catapulted on to shore again. The ship was still too far out for it to be docked. Old wrinkled hands smoothed out the apron again and she rushed to find just what the King of the Pirates had brought for her this time.
Title: A Reflection on the Past
Prompt: Collection
Media: Fic
Characters: Makino, hints of others
Rating: G
Word Count: 201
The view from her window was more than she could have ever hoped. The sight of the two young boys playing on those cliffs was superimposed in her mind bringing back the wistful memories of days long past. She quickly finished arranging the small items on the shelves, making sure to leave space for one more. Hopefully it was enough. There was no telling what that ruffian might bring back to her this time. For all she knew it could be a small pretty stone, or a giant piece of iron. Makino shook her head as she thought of the vast array of items that had been collected over the years. Tears formed in her eyes as she touched the gold frame holding a picture of the boys she held so dear. Shouts of laughter drifted up from the docks announcing that the youngest had finally come to visit. One more look out the window said he had catapulted on to shore again. The ship was still too far out for it to be docked. Old wrinkled hands smoothed out the apron again and she rushed to find just what the King of the Pirates had brought for her this time.