This is a collection of drabbles, written for Tumblr, based on a specific prompt. People would send a page number, and I would find the closest book and write a drabble based on a sentence on that page. These are the results, from angst to ... well, not fluff, but less angst.
Title: The Gremma Librarian Drabbles
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters.
"(want a match or can you see?)" - 100 Selected Poems, E.E. Cummings: "here is little Effie's head" - page 13
She hadn't been here before.
The graveyard itself was familiar to her; she had been there many times, for many occasions.
But it wasn't until after Neal's funeral that she felt the gnawing guilt of never visiting him in this place.
The crypt was cold, foreboding in its dark palate of greys and tans. She walked around it, lingering upon the edges for a long moment before finally pushing inside.
The flashlight cut through the dust and muted feel of something ominous.
She reached the coffin, it's shiny lid almost pristine, even this long since it had encapsulated the man inside.
She didn't need to move any further inside. This close, she felt the chill.
He wasn't there any longer.