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Two weeks to go until NaNo. A bit of scene a day until it starts because I need some ideas. Feel free to read and tell me which you think are interesting and would be fun to read more about.
Scene: At a community dance
CHARACTERS: Ona, Coe, Gerta
PROMPT: dance to the music you hear
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 175
WARNINGS: Just a tiny bit of scene.
DISCLAIMER: Mine. Step away.
She hadn’t expected she would get to dance tonight even though she’d been practicing the steps for each pattern that might be called. It was enough that she got to see the hand-made decorations and taste the fragrant punch. Her dreams would be powered for days to come just on what she could see from her corner.
“Ona, do you know that man?”
Without even following where Gerta pointed, Ona laughed and shook her head. “The only man I know here tonight is your father, silly.”
Gerta shook her head, her brown plaits dancing about her head with gaity . “No. This isn’t Papa that’s looking straight at you. I would not lie to you, Ona. Not tonight.”
Sure enough, there were a set of cool, gray eyes glued to her when she looked up. No one she recognized right away. The context was all wrong. But slowly it dawned on her who she was looking at.
“Coe?” It was only a whisper but suddenly he was walking forward, a boy become man. Home again.
Scene: At a community dance
CHARACTERS: Ona, Coe, Gerta
PROMPT: dance to the music you hear
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 175
WARNINGS: Just a tiny bit of scene.
DISCLAIMER: Mine. Step away.
She hadn’t expected she would get to dance tonight even though she’d been practicing the steps for each pattern that might be called. It was enough that she got to see the hand-made decorations and taste the fragrant punch. Her dreams would be powered for days to come just on what she could see from her corner.
“Ona, do you know that man?”
Without even following where Gerta pointed, Ona laughed and shook her head. “The only man I know here tonight is your father, silly.”
Gerta shook her head, her brown plaits dancing about her head with gaity . “No. This isn’t Papa that’s looking straight at you. I would not lie to you, Ona. Not tonight.”
Sure enough, there were a set of cool, gray eyes glued to her when she looked up. No one she recognized right away. The context was all wrong. But slowly it dawned on her who she was looking at.
“Coe?” It was only a whisper but suddenly he was walking forward, a boy become man. Home again.
