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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