Daffodils and Pulse Pistols
This originally untitled piece was written as a throwaway response to the question "Do Peacekeepers write poetry?" posed in May 2010 on the TerraFirma Farscape forum. I have edited the first sentence to make more sense, but otherwise left it unchanged. I am amused by the fact that my liner notes here are longer than the fic itself.
It was voted joint first in the best microfic category in the 2010 TF fanfic awards. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit.
Aeryn is sitting aboard Moya with a blank piece of paper. Time passes, and while the paper remains blank, her frown deepens. More time passes, but now the paper (and desk beneath) has been fried by a pulse blast, while the sound of heavy PK boots recedes down the corridor.
As the paper burns, you can just make out the words 'I wandered lonely as a...'
The first person she meets as she strides away is likely to get thumped when they give her that goofy grin and tell to cheer up.
Th..th..that's all, folks! (It is a microfic).