50 Snapshots

by Rhianwen

A collection of tinytiny short stories featuring Mirage and Syndrome. Some angst, some humour, some neither, some both. Stretching from premovie to postmovie. Starts with a death, ends with a birth, because they've never done anything the right way around

40. Spring

Spring

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The last of the snow is gone, and the days are getting longer.

Any day now, he'll start running ideas past her, re-workings of old plans and completely new ones. And she'll firmly, kindly shoot them down, one by one, because they're in no position to draw attention, Buddy, can't you understand that?

The afternoons are getting warmer, and the grass is returning, green and lush, underfoot.

She waits, half-wincing and half-smiling every time he starts a statement with I just had a great idea!

When the birds return and the flowers start to bloom, bringing with them spring in full earnest, with still no mention from him of what they're going to do now, she doesn't know whether to be relieved or devastated.

It's just as well that she doesn't have to explain to him, quietly and a little sadly, why they'll never finish what he started, but at the same time it's really hard to see him just drifting like this.

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