Title:
Untitled
Rating: PG
Category: Elizabeth Weir.
Weir/Sheppard.
Spoilers: None really, but it helps to have seen
the opening scene of Before I Sleep.
Disclaimer: Not owned by me.
No infringement intended.
Notes:
This ficlet is very much inspired by a wonderful short story called
'In a Tub' by the brilliant Amy Hempel.
Untitled
I
take a sip of coffee and put the statue down next to the bowl.
When
I'm tired I get restless.
I position the last item - a birthday
gift - so that it is sitting in the last spot of sunlight that makes
it through the stained-glass walls of Atlantis and the clear glass
walls of my office. I push the gift along my desk, keeping it in the
light, until the sun drops below the ocean.
When I was on
Earth, after the days at work where I would be reminded once again
that diplomacy is rarely about honesty, I'd sit on the deck at
sunset and watch the birds.
Nature is true to itself. So what
happened to us?
I'd watch those little birds swooping in and
out of their rain-filled plant pot and feel the day drop away from
me.
My birthday gift is shaped like that pot.
I put down
my coffee and see John looking at me looking at the gift.
Does he
think I keep it here because it was from him?
Well if I were being
as honest as the birds, I'd say that that was the truth, too.