Original short: Fisherman's Wife
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sparklebutchTitle: Fisherman's Wife
She stands on the rocks and watches the boat in the distance. She thinks she can see them standing together on the deck.
The waves crash and spray her with salt water.
She stands alone and holds her hands together. She thinks she sees them close, so close. Like they are dancing on the small deck. Like they might be holding each other.
They could be kissing each other for all she knows. Far out there in the sea. Her husband's strong arms and two mouths crashing against each other when they think no one sees them.
They're probably just fishing. People need to stand close... It's a small boat.
She stands there all morning, goes home, and returns in the afternoon. The boat turns its nose back to shore when the sky's turning pink in the horizon. It's getting cold. She stares to sea for hours, almost every day.
Light on her feet she runs to the dock and greets them, a smile on her face to hide her suspicions, to hide her mistrust.
"Hello David," she says and kisses her husband's cheek. "Hey Tom," she adds with a friendly wave of her hand. Tomorrow they'll go out to sea again. Tomorrow, again, she'll stand there and watch as they stand too close.
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She stands on the rocks and watches the boat in the distance. She thinks she can see them standing together on the deck.
The waves crash and spray her with salt water.
She stands alone and holds her hands together. She thinks she sees them close, so close. Like they are dancing on the small deck. Like they might be holding each other.
They could be kissing each other for all she knows. Far out there in the sea. Her husband's strong arms and two mouths crashing against each other when they think no one sees them.
They're probably just fishing. People need to stand close... It's a small boat.
She stands there all morning, goes home, and returns in the afternoon. The boat turns its nose back to shore when the sky's turning pink in the horizon. It's getting cold. She stares to sea for hours, almost every day.
Light on her feet she runs to the dock and greets them, a smile on her face to hide her suspicions, to hide her mistrust.
"Hello David," she says and kisses her husband's cheek. "Hey Tom," she adds with a friendly wave of her hand. Tomorrow they'll go out to sea again. Tomorrow, again, she'll stand there and watch as they stand too close.
[end]
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Date: 2007-07-31 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 06:34 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2007-07-31 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 06:34 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2007-08-02 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-02 09:10 pm (UTC)You can use your imagination... or, if that's too slashy, you can use some mainstreamer's imagination ;)
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Date: 2007-08-02 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-02 09:58 pm (UTC)Gen friendship is just a change from the usual course of things, isn't it :)