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Fic: QL, "Coming home from very lonely places"
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mini_nanowrimo. I'm still not entirely happy with the voice/narrator, but eh. Could be worse. (Also, Day 19 word count so far: 6. In other words, I'm getting to it tonight. At least the new writing_game board's up.)
P.S., I lose the Game. ;)
P.P.S.: One of these days, I will make room in my 15 for a QL icon. God knows I'd get enough use out of it.
"Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." -- John le Carre
Coming home from very lonely places
Sam Beckett returned to his own time, and found it was hardly home anymore. It was just the same as he’d left it all those years ago (if just as aged as he), and everyone there was smiling and happy and just the same as they had always been. Everyone, that is, except for Sam.
He was smiling and happy, but he’d changed. He’d been changed by these years of living other people’s lives, walking in their shoes, and making a difference.
He was forgetting it now, the memories slipping away like a good dream, but the fact remained that it had happened. And that idea was painfully isolating, even as his old friends surrounded him in celebration. After all, it had happened to him and him alone, and no one here knew what it had been like. No one except….
And just as he thought it, Al Calavicci appeared. As he embraced his friend for the first time in ages, it occurred to him briefly to wonder at the irony of the person he most wanted to see here being the person who had been with him all along.
Then again, it only made sense.
He was finally home.
mini_nanowrimo. I'm still not entirely happy with the voice/narrator, but eh. Could be worse. (Also, Day 19 word count so far: 6. In other words, I'm getting to it tonight. At least the new writing_game board's up.) P.S., I lose the Game. ;)
P.P.S.: One of these days, I will make room in my 15 for a QL icon. God knows I'd get enough use out of it.
"Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." -- John le Carre
Coming home from very lonely places
Sam Beckett returned to his own time, and found it was hardly home anymore. It was just the same as he’d left it all those years ago (if just as aged as he), and everyone there was smiling and happy and just the same as they had always been. Everyone, that is, except for Sam.
He was smiling and happy, but he’d changed. He’d been changed by these years of living other people’s lives, walking in their shoes, and making a difference.
He was forgetting it now, the memories slipping away like a good dream, but the fact remained that it had happened. And that idea was painfully isolating, even as his old friends surrounded him in celebration. After all, it had happened to him and him alone, and no one here knew what it had been like. No one except….
And just as he thought it, Al Calavicci appeared. As he embraced his friend for the first time in ages, it occurred to him briefly to wonder at the irony of the person he most wanted to see here being the person who had been with him all along.
Then again, it only made sense.
He was finally home.