Ring Around the Rosie

by A Girl Named Disaster

Ginny's young daughter is playing on the grave of her father, when along comes a stranger... Or is he? It's a little... eh, well I'm not sure what it is exactly. But there are warm undertones to it despite the weirdness. I think.

1. Introduction

Disclaimer: I am not pretending to be J.K. Rowling, I acknowledge that she wrote the books, bla bla.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Um… the entire ficlet is based around death. It's basically how the characters in it have changed and kept going around a significant death in their midst… so, uh. If that bothers you…? I dunno. The little girl's a bit strange—so she thinks she's playing a game with her dead father, cut her some slack. I love her the way she is. *sniff*

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Middle of the afternoon again and Sable's missing for the third time this week. A no longer young, but not old enough to be middle-aged Virginia Potter puts the Honda in reverse and swivels expertly into a free space by the curb. The top section of her red hair is clipped away from her face in a sloppy manner and there are traces of peach lipstick on her mouth from this morning's worn-off makeup application.

            "If I'm not crazy by this time tomorrow…" she says to no one in particular, heading through the elaborate cast-iron and polished slate gateway at the mouth of what appears to be a park, minus the people strolling its stone walkways. The cool, gray paths slice through the grass in a preternatural way, but soon the quiet worms its way into the woman's head and she doesn't mind the place so much.