Spoilers: end of anime.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll make up some of themes, but the rest come from a list I got off of livejournal from hikusa(underscore)rgx.

Pairing: Edwin.

Rating: K/PG

A/N: A twist on traditional drabble/theme fic series.


Winry

A Fanfiction by TerraCotta Bones


1. Remembrance

I live alone.

I am sixteen years old. I live in a big yellow house with a porch and a crippled dog and my mother. (Not quite alone.) My great grandmother died last year – said she could finally bury herself instead of someone else. Almost my entire family is gone now. Great grandparents (both sides), grandparents (both sides), an uncle and – most importantly – my father.

My mother cooks, washes laundry, folds laundry, designs automail, builds automail, sells automail, goes to the market, sleeps sometimes, tells me stories, and smokes on the back porch. She thinks about the ghosts there.

(The great grandparents, grandparents, the uncle, my father.)

She should be a photograph to fill up an album. A straight back, patched overalls, ponytailed blonde hair, and a smoke trail; she's a silhouette on a creaking porch on fields that haven't changed since before she was born.

I can imagine, quite clearly, my father next to her (in the photograph at least, as that's the only place I've ever seen him). He has a ponytail, too, but with darker blonde hair; he has broad shoulders and a prosthetic hand, one arm around my mother.

He's my father and I love him. I don't know the man, but the father I love.

If I could, I would miss him.

I would miss him and the other ghosts. (Those people in the photo albums. What would it be like if we had ever met?)

I am sixteen years old, and I live alone with ghosts and a dog and my mother.

(She remembers so much that I think some day she might burst.)

I'm going to leave soon, and remember what I want.

My name is Winry, for my mother. Elric for my father.