FOTD, Vinegar 28: Marginalia
Title: Marginalia
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (marginalia: notes in the margin of a book, manuscript, or letter), vinegar 28 (fragile), cherry (I don't do bananas), malt (SC 58. You figured me out, that I'm lost and I'm hopeless), fresh peaches (you will be extra sensitive and emotional about anything said to you), rainbow sprinkles (Gary and Lynne), pocky, banana.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Gary finds something, after Lynne's death.
Notes: Big image behind the cut, or, HOLY CRAP I DID A BANANA.
The page is fragile, brittle and worn. It's an old book, after all; Gary got it in 1971, a gift from his advisor on declaring his major.
A handy gift; it helped win him Lynne. So much so that he gave her this book as a wedding present. It stayed with her in the hospital, and now, he supposes, it is his again.
The pages crinkle as he turns to their sonnet, #29, and stops-- there's a message written there, in her familiar spiky handwriting. Even dying, she thought of him.
He holds the book to his chest and weeps.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (marginalia: notes in the margin of a book, manuscript, or letter), vinegar 28 (fragile), cherry (I don't do bananas), malt (SC 58. You figured me out, that I'm lost and I'm hopeless), fresh peaches (you will be extra sensitive and emotional about anything said to you), rainbow sprinkles (Gary and Lynne), pocky, banana.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Gary finds something, after Lynne's death.
Notes: Big image behind the cut, or, HOLY CRAP I DID A BANANA.
The page is fragile, brittle and worn. It's an old book, after all; Gary got it in 1971, a gift from his advisor on declaring his major.
A handy gift; it helped win him Lynne. So much so that he gave her this book as a wedding present. It stayed with her in the hospital, and now, he supposes, it is his again.
The pages crinkle as he turns to their sonnet, #29, and stops-- there's a message written there, in her familiar spiky handwriting. Even dying, she thought of him.
He holds the book to his chest and weeps.
