January 2008 Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] drabblechalleng

Jan. 11th, 2008 09:33 pm
[identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] rugbytackle
Title: Seasons Pass
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rifleman_s
Characters: Sean & Viggo
Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Archive: Rugbytackling
Disclaimer: I made it all up, truly! No offence intended to anyone.

Written for: January 2008 Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] drabblechalleng


Based on this picture:




Seasons Pass

The first time, walking dogs, they rested apart, either end. Times after that they sat close, touching. Then they walked up as one, holding hands and sat huddled together for warmth, kissing and whispering while the dogs capered. Once, one had a ring in a small box which he offered, and shed tears when accepted. Once they argued and stayed away for days.

The seasons pass. Snow falls and they add more clothes. Sunshine gleams and they shed those clothes. The dogs grow old, then young ones appear, but always the men come here together. My name is “our bench”.

~End~

Date: 2008-01-12 11:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] afra_schatz
Very nicely done. It's always difficult to to this from an object's pov and more often than not I find stories like this 'forced' to some extend, but not this. The namelessness of the two men and the short but very meaningful glances at their lives at this place, on this bench work very nicely.

Date: 2008-01-12 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
This is deceptively 'plain', with simple language and no elaborate imagery, but it speaks to the rhythm of lives well lived and time passing, particularly in the matching sentences about the clothes added and clothes shed. Very effective. Thanks for posting.

Date: 2008-01-13 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clocks.livejournal.com
Have I mentioned how you are my favouritest drabbler ever? :) You always write the best VigBean drabbles. Here's my favourite part:

Snow falls and they add more clothes. Sunshine gleams and they shed those clothes. The dogs grow old, then young ones appear, but always the men come here together. My name is “our bench”.

Sigh. Such utter sweetness. You spoke volumes about a life together with treasured memories and you managed to convey it all with just a bench! Lovely.

Thanks for sharing this with us!

Date: 2008-02-06 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ex-warmfuzzi813.livejournal.com
So simple but says so much.

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