Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

Author's Note: You remember how I said I was going on hiatus? Well that same day, I went on a drabble-writing rampage and turned out a handful, some good, some bad. So I thought I'd post them occasionally so all you faithful readers won't forget me. So here it is:


C A R R O U S E L

You spin round and round on the child's plaything, your brother forever patient, always indulging you in even your silliest of ideas. When you see your father, however, he is always tapping at his watch, wondering when the annoyance that he considers parenthood will finally be over.

But you are only a child so you don't notice a thing. All you think about are the pretty bright lights that bathe the fairgrounds in a lovely radiance, and how with each dip of the lively music, your ersatz horse dips as well. And every time you spin around to where your brother and your father stand, you wave cheerfully, and see in the brief instant, a patient face and an impatient one. Patient, impatient…patient, impatient…

In fact you are too absorbed in the lights and sounds of the carrousel that sometimes, you forget to look back to your father and your brother. You barely even notice when, for a moment, the light flashes harshly and the music is disrupted in a raucous bang. People all around are screaming, but in your child's mind, there is only the fun of the moment, the joy of the carrousel ride.

But the next time you remember to wave, only your brother is there.


Author's Note: I suppose this could be anything you want, real or imaginary, but to me this is Juliet and her story. I've always wondered how her parents died and this image just dogged me.

So you know the drill: hands on the keyboard and hand over your reviews. ;-)

Lily