A/N: Next in my 10-sentence fic series...
Speech
"Long live the queen!" they shouted at the coronation, and Lucy does permit herself a secret smile whenever there is a grand parade for royalty in England.
Pain
The picture in the wall, the wardrobe—they are closed now, no matter how many times she kneels and prays.
Birthday
She is ten again, thirteen again, fifteen again, and she remembers each matching day in Narnia, and wonders if she is somehow older now than she was then.
Skeleton
Some people, so the saying goes, have skeletons in their wardrobes—but Lucy has dreams in hers.
Wartime
They won a war in Narnia, but the one in England wasn't theirs to win at all.
Anomaly
"It's time for you to grow up, Lucy," says Susan, with the worst of her patronizing smiles, and Lucy balls her hands into fists, glares back, and says, "I already did."
Trust
She learns to know him by another name, sees the reflection of his eyes in gold-paned windows of great silent churches, and thinks, is it wrong to want to leave this world so soon?
Factory
After the war, everything is gray and grime and metal, rebuilding an England that no one could save from the bombs.
Variety
The dryads have always been the best of friends, the birches with their silver-ghost gowns, the elms so tall and fair, and she is a girl, but they love her too.
Curtain
"The train is coming in at noon," Lucy says, snatching up her purse, "And we should all be there to meet them."