BSG ficlet - Friends

[suffolkgirl]

Kara had forgotten how much she hated rain.  Especially this kind of fine rain that lashed against her face like needles and seemed to find its way through every seam in her clothes.  As she struggled up yet another steep hill, she swore under her breath.

Planet of the gods, my ass.

It almost made her miss the harsh yellow heat of Caprica.

Comments

[anyareed]

That was a very sweet piece! I thought you captured that time period well - that kind of awkward not-sure-what they had. Looking back, things were so much simpler then. I'm glad you are writing again!

[antismiles]

Oh, I loved this. I could definitely see this happening. Too bad Ron Moore doesn't have your lovely imagination. Thanks for sharing! It's great to see you writing again.