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Ficlet: Diptych [The West Wing]
Aug. 17th, 2008 12:11 amI can't sleep. This is particularly annoying, because I couldn't sleep last night either - pottered about until three or so, burbled at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong - and I am tired; I can feel it. It's just... not there. I don't know.
Anyway. I am about to leave. I do this, I go and come back, but this time I won't come back for more than a week or so between now and next June, so there's a feeling of permanence to it. I don't know... I'm looking for a training contract, I'm planning things, I'm somewhere in a space between going and gone. It seemed ironic thatemily_shore visited me this week, as the only of my post-2005 friends to ever have visited me up here, and this is also the day I go.
We went to Formby Point this morning - walked a mile alongside the tide slopping gently out, while I pointed out wind turbines and jellyfish, somewhat inanely, because of the difficulty of grasping the enormity of the place in one go - andemily_shore said, well, she's visited me, and I've visited her at home, but I never made good on my promise to write something set in New Hampshire. (I was very much taken with NH; for one thing, I discovered a hitherto latent delight in two-metre-deep snowbanks.)
But, I remembered just now that I did write something. This was supposed to be the first part of a longer story, but eight months on I don't know what to do with that longer story, and this, in the meantime, stands nicely, neatly alone. It's only a wee ficlet - 1000 words - but I like it. Have a story, and I shall try to sleep.
Ficlet:: Diptych
by Raven
PG-13, The West Wing, gen. Josh and Sam at the beginning of things.
( New Hampshire, 1999 )
jacinthsong - and I am tired; I can feel it. It's just... not there. I don't know.Anyway. I am about to leave. I do this, I go and come back, but this time I won't come back for more than a week or so between now and next June, so there's a feeling of permanence to it. I don't know... I'm looking for a training contract, I'm planning things, I'm somewhere in a space between going and gone. It seemed ironic that
emily_shore visited me this week, as the only of my post-2005 friends to ever have visited me up here, and this is also the day I go. We went to Formby Point this morning - walked a mile alongside the tide slopping gently out, while I pointed out wind turbines and jellyfish, somewhat inanely, because of the difficulty of grasping the enormity of the place in one go - and
emily_shore said, well, she's visited me, and I've visited her at home, but I never made good on my promise to write something set in New Hampshire. (I was very much taken with NH; for one thing, I discovered a hitherto latent delight in two-metre-deep snowbanks.)But, I remembered just now that I did write something. This was supposed to be the first part of a longer story, but eight months on I don't know what to do with that longer story, and this, in the meantime, stands nicely, neatly alone. It's only a wee ficlet - 1000 words - but I like it. Have a story, and I shall try to sleep.
Ficlet:: Diptych
by Raven
PG-13, The West Wing, gen. Josh and Sam at the beginning of things.
( New Hampshire, 1999 )
