Post by FicWriter on Dec 7, 2008 3:00:05 GMT 10
(Two short ficlets, Letters was written for the community Talking Muses, and Once Upon A Time was written for the prompt Curious in 100 Moods, both on Live Journal.)
Letters
by JD
He had worked a double shift and still sleep was eluding him, rather than waking Abby, Luka eased the covers back and slipped from the bed. He knew what was bothering him, the same thing that had been bothering him off and on since Abby had told him she was pregnant. He had to make peace with this before the baby was born. As he settled at the desk in the living-room he found himself releasing a breath he hadn't realized he held. What was he so afraid of? Pulling out paper and a pen he started the first of the letters he knew he had to write.
My beloved son Marko,
It's hard to believe you would be the age your mother was when first I saw her, that so many years have passed since I first held you in my arms. You were so tiny and I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you in the hospital. Every day since I lost you, Mama, and Jasna, I've missed having you with me. I think about all the things you were never able to experience, and what I would have given to have traded my life for yours if it had been possible. I loved you so much, still love you, and wanted you to know that you're going to become a big brother. It's been hard for me, for so many years I was afraid to allow myself to think about having another family for fear that it might mean betraying you and my memories of you. I know now that doesn't have to happen, and if anything those memories will only strengthen as I share them with your new brother or sister. So, for that reason I wanted to share this news with you.
I love you baby, and always will, Tata.
Rereading the letter brought tears to his eyes but it also brought the closure he knew he had hoped to find in it's writing. As he finished he slid it in an envelope only to reach for then begin the next...
My beautiful daughter Jasna...
The End
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Once Upon A Time
by JD
"Mama...isn't it time for Tata to wake up yet?" For no less than the tenth time since she'd eaten lunch the small girl was tailing her mother with the question.
"Jasna, baby, you know Tata has to work tonight, he needs to sleep, now go play with Marko while I finish the washing." Danijela looked down at her young daughter as she spoke, her hands still in the basin of water that sat next to the sink. What she wouldn't give for running water again, which only served to remind her that she needed to remind Luka that they would need water again before he went to the hospital.
"But, Mama," The fact that her daughter's voice had settled into a pleading whine became enough of a distraction that she failed to see her young son crawl out of her line of sight.
"Tata...Tata," Marko had himself picked up on his sister's need for their father's attention and decided to take matters into his own small hands. Not yet walking, he crawled around the divider that separated the small kitchen from the front room and over to the couch where Luka slept. Pulling himself up on his feet he leaned his face in close to his sleeping fathers.
"Tata, up?" At the question he lifted the man's visible eyelid open as his own came so close that their eyelashes very nearly touched.
The End
Letters
by JD
He had worked a double shift and still sleep was eluding him, rather than waking Abby, Luka eased the covers back and slipped from the bed. He knew what was bothering him, the same thing that had been bothering him off and on since Abby had told him she was pregnant. He had to make peace with this before the baby was born. As he settled at the desk in the living-room he found himself releasing a breath he hadn't realized he held. What was he so afraid of? Pulling out paper and a pen he started the first of the letters he knew he had to write.
My beloved son Marko,
It's hard to believe you would be the age your mother was when first I saw her, that so many years have passed since I first held you in my arms. You were so tiny and I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you in the hospital. Every day since I lost you, Mama, and Jasna, I've missed having you with me. I think about all the things you were never able to experience, and what I would have given to have traded my life for yours if it had been possible. I loved you so much, still love you, and wanted you to know that you're going to become a big brother. It's been hard for me, for so many years I was afraid to allow myself to think about having another family for fear that it might mean betraying you and my memories of you. I know now that doesn't have to happen, and if anything those memories will only strengthen as I share them with your new brother or sister. So, for that reason I wanted to share this news with you.
I love you baby, and always will, Tata.
Rereading the letter brought tears to his eyes but it also brought the closure he knew he had hoped to find in it's writing. As he finished he slid it in an envelope only to reach for then begin the next...
My beautiful daughter Jasna...
The End
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Once Upon A Time
by JD
"Mama...isn't it time for Tata to wake up yet?" For no less than the tenth time since she'd eaten lunch the small girl was tailing her mother with the question.
"Jasna, baby, you know Tata has to work tonight, he needs to sleep, now go play with Marko while I finish the washing." Danijela looked down at her young daughter as she spoke, her hands still in the basin of water that sat next to the sink. What she wouldn't give for running water again, which only served to remind her that she needed to remind Luka that they would need water again before he went to the hospital.
"But, Mama," The fact that her daughter's voice had settled into a pleading whine became enough of a distraction that she failed to see her young son crawl out of her line of sight.
"Tata...Tata," Marko had himself picked up on his sister's need for their father's attention and decided to take matters into his own small hands. Not yet walking, he crawled around the divider that separated the small kitchen from the front room and over to the couch where Luka slept. Pulling himself up on his feet he leaned his face in close to his sleeping fathers.
"Tata, up?" At the question he lifted the man's visible eyelid open as his own came so close that their eyelashes very nearly touched.
The End
