The orange cap
Author mari6s
Spoilers : 04.16 : Dead man walking.
Genre : drabble. Ziva POV.
Disclaimer : not mine but theirs…
Author's note : my first drabble, about a theme I particularly love… Kinda telegraphic writing, I hope you'll like it.
A translation from French, I confess it was pretty hard to find a way to keep the meaning and to have exactly 100 words ! But I succeeded! With some help from my great beta, BeautifulDay13, thanks again…
Orange. Fluorescent. Kind of a 'gee whiz!' colour, but nice. Energetic.
A sort of synthetic cotton. Comfortable. Warm and smooth.
A basic cap. Very simple knit. A white label in the inside.
His scent. Sweat mixed with a smell unique to him.
A reminiscence. A runner and his orange cap, early morning mist on a bridge, him going west while I'm going east. He passes me and disappears at a rapid pace, faster than my own.
A tear. Infinite sadness. Illogicality. Perfect strangers but in such a short time, so close.
A certainty. I won't forget him now.
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