Wilby Wonderful snippet: "Linger"
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Title: Linger
Fandom: Wilby Wonderful
Characters: Carol French, Dan Jarvis
Rating: PG
Length: 300
Content note: Major character death in the story's past
Summary: Sometimes it's too late for change. And sometimes it isn't.
Notes: For the prompt "ghost" (every fandom needs ghosts). Thanks to
spuffyduds for the beta! Wow, this was hard to cut down to 300 words, but I'm glad I did. Also, I'm so happy to write Wilby fic again.
Sitting on the porch, Carol blew the smoke out in a long exhale. It joined the dusky summer night.
"Thought you were going to quit?" said Dan's familiar voice.
She didn't look to the side. If she didn't look, she wouldn't see the translucence in his form--it disturbed her, even after the months that had passed. "What's the use? I'll just start again."
"True, I guess."
Silence, while she took another drag at her cigarette.
Dan's death had weighted Carol down. It had been her fault, of course--if she hadn't--and for such a petty reason-- But Dan had shrugged in his diffident way and said that he was the one who'd hanged himself. That it was what he'd meant to do. It was only months later that he admitted he'd changed his mind at the last moment, when it was too late.
They sat there, side by side. If Buddy looked out, he'd see only her.
"So why'd you never get divorced?" she asked, continuing last night's conversation.
"It just--never came up?" Dan said. "Like, I knew that wasn't what a marriage was supposed to be like. But there was never a time when..." He made an inarticulate movement with his hands.
"Yeah."
"So how's it going? With Buddy?"
Logical next question. Carol sighed. "I don't know. I remember this time when we were in love. But I can't--I don't know how to find my way back to that, you know?"
"Yeah."
Funny, she'd barely known his name before, and now here she was telling him her marital problems.
"Look--I'm dead," Dan said softly. "But you're not. You can still change things."
She looked at him, then, looked him in the eyes. "Yeah, I know."
"I know," she repeated. It felt like a pledge.
Fandom: Wilby Wonderful
Characters: Carol French, Dan Jarvis
Rating: PG
Length: 300
Content note: Major character death in the story's past
Summary: Sometimes it's too late for change. And sometimes it isn't.
Notes: For the prompt "ghost" (every fandom needs ghosts). Thanks to
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Sitting on the porch, Carol blew the smoke out in a long exhale. It joined the dusky summer night.
"Thought you were going to quit?" said Dan's familiar voice.
She didn't look to the side. If she didn't look, she wouldn't see the translucence in his form--it disturbed her, even after the months that had passed. "What's the use? I'll just start again."
"True, I guess."
Silence, while she took another drag at her cigarette.
Dan's death had weighted Carol down. It had been her fault, of course--if she hadn't--and for such a petty reason-- But Dan had shrugged in his diffident way and said that he was the one who'd hanged himself. That it was what he'd meant to do. It was only months later that he admitted he'd changed his mind at the last moment, when it was too late.
They sat there, side by side. If Buddy looked out, he'd see only her.
"So why'd you never get divorced?" she asked, continuing last night's conversation.
"It just--never came up?" Dan said. "Like, I knew that wasn't what a marriage was supposed to be like. But there was never a time when..." He made an inarticulate movement with his hands.
"Yeah."
"So how's it going? With Buddy?"
Logical next question. Carol sighed. "I don't know. I remember this time when we were in love. But I can't--I don't know how to find my way back to that, you know?"
"Yeah."
Funny, she'd barely known his name before, and now here she was telling him her marital problems.
"Look--I'm dead," Dan said softly. "But you're not. You can still change things."
She looked at him, then, looked him in the eyes. "Yeah, I know."
"I know," she repeated. It felt like a pledge.
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Date: 2013-07-16 03:58 pm (UTC)Oh gosh, COMPLETELY unintended. D:
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Date: 2013-07-14 06:19 pm (UTC)Also, I had other plans for the afternoon, but I seem to have written a fic inspired by this one instead. I was wondering about what happened to Duck in this 'verse, and... http://archiveofourown.org/works/883145
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Date: 2013-07-14 06:22 pm (UTC)I had other plans for the afternoon, but I seem to have ended up writing a fic inspired by this one instead. I was wondering what happened to Duck... http://archiveofourown.org/works/883145
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Date: 2013-07-15 07:26 pm (UTC)And that is excellent! I love inspiring people. *opens your fic in a tab*
The first reason I wrote this from Carol's POV was that it would've been so sad to do it from Duck's POV. But then it struck me that it could actually be really interesting to see what connection Dan and Carol would form.
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Date: 2013-07-15 07:30 pm (UTC)I think the Carol-Dan connection idea is a fascinating one, and more interesting than if it were Duck seeing Dan's ghost (which would be a fine story, but more...obvious). :)
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