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Womenverse: summer vacation
Jul. 24th, 2013 11:12 amThis post is for challenge 12 at Womenverse. Based on the prompt Summer Vacation I have made 1 gif and a fic!
Title: Charlie’s Postcards
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majorrogue
Character(s): Charlie Matheson (Revolution)
Word Count: 409
Rating: U
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie reminisces about her postcards
I remember asking my father when I was a child what these postcards were for. They were always so fascinating to me, beautiful pictures of beaches like I had never seen, mountains that I didn’t know were possible and cities that I had never heard of.
He explained to me that they were souvenirs that people would buy and send to their friends and loved ones when they went away on vacation. I remember staring at a postcard of a beach it looked like paradise to me, so clean, so sunny, and then asking him what a vacation was.
It seemed strange to me even then, a few years after the black out, that people would be able to leave their normal lives for a week or even more and go to another city or another country. They didn’t have to worry about their crops not getting watered or that someone would steal them, they could just forget about that and have a good time elsewhere.
I found it amazing and quite fantastic that people would get into planes and fly through the sky and land hundreds of miles away. He said that a lot of the time people had never been to where they were going before, they would just go to a different country to experience what it was like, I’ve never even left the Munroe Republic let alone stepped foot in a different country. I asked Maggie once about England, where she came from, but she would never talk about it, I later realised it bought up too many painful memories of her children that she may never see again.
Finding a new postcard was a thrill for me, especially if it was a place I had never seen before and let’s face it that was most of them. I was always fascinated by the ones that were of a city at night; all lit up so that it seemed to glow. I can hardly remember what it was like to have the house all lit up at night, not having to carry a candle around and having to stop reading when the sun went down so that we didn’t strain our eyes.
Imagine a whole city glowing with light, no one having to worry that they had to get home before it got too dark.
Those postcards were my fantasy, places I wanted to go, cities I wanted to see, but never being able to.
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Title: Charlie’s Postcards
Author:
majorrogueCharacter(s): Charlie Matheson (Revolution)
Word Count: 409
Rating: U
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie reminisces about her postcards
I remember asking my father when I was a child what these postcards were for. They were always so fascinating to me, beautiful pictures of beaches like I had never seen, mountains that I didn’t know were possible and cities that I had never heard of.
He explained to me that they were souvenirs that people would buy and send to their friends and loved ones when they went away on vacation. I remember staring at a postcard of a beach it looked like paradise to me, so clean, so sunny, and then asking him what a vacation was.
It seemed strange to me even then, a few years after the black out, that people would be able to leave their normal lives for a week or even more and go to another city or another country. They didn’t have to worry about their crops not getting watered or that someone would steal them, they could just forget about that and have a good time elsewhere.
I found it amazing and quite fantastic that people would get into planes and fly through the sky and land hundreds of miles away. He said that a lot of the time people had never been to where they were going before, they would just go to a different country to experience what it was like, I’ve never even left the Munroe Republic let alone stepped foot in a different country. I asked Maggie once about England, where she came from, but she would never talk about it, I later realised it bought up too many painful memories of her children that she may never see again.
Finding a new postcard was a thrill for me, especially if it was a place I had never seen before and let’s face it that was most of them. I was always fascinated by the ones that were of a city at night; all lit up so that it seemed to glow. I can hardly remember what it was like to have the house all lit up at night, not having to carry a candle around and having to stop reading when the sun went down so that we didn’t strain our eyes.
Imagine a whole city glowing with light, no one having to worry that they had to get home before it got too dark.
Those postcards were my fantasy, places I wanted to go, cities I wanted to see, but never being able to.
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