Jeremiah (TV) - written for Monthly Supergo

[prisca]

Title: Snowstorm
Characters: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: winter
Words: 262
Finished: 14.02.2020

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„Kurdy, I could need your help!“

The big guy looked up from his book, eying his partner frowning. Smith was dressed up in his coat, a woolen hat, and a scarf, his old backpack in his mittened hands. „We have a massive snowstorm, Smith, and no, I don't plan to leave the Mountain before it's over.“

„I would no ask you to do that. But I need you to come with me to the garage. Talk with Jim; he's your friend. I guess you can convince him to give me one of the jeeps.“

„You can't be serious. Markus has stopped every outdoor trip because it is much too dangerous. What is so important that you want to risk your neck?“

„The school. Someone needs to make sure that they are all okay.“ Smith's voice steady as ever, but he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.

Realization hit Kurdy. Of course, the old convent, where Sister Hannah, one of the most aged woman alive Kurdy had met since ages, had built up a resort for homeless children. Rose was living there, too, a strange, little girl. Smith insisted on being her father. Kurdy had never been sure what to think about this story, but he could understand what Smith had to go through at the moment. Rose was the only one he felt close to, the only one he called his family.

„Okay, give me a minute,“ he said, closing his book and standing up. „I have to change clothes; it will be freezing cold outside.“

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Monthly Supergo

[prisca]

Title: Memories
Characters: Markus Alexander, Meghan (the woman behind glass)
Prompt: spring
Words: 287
Finished: 14.02.2020

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"I remember how much I've loved spring, "Meghan murmured, burying his face into the colorful bunch of flowers. "The sun warmed up everything, that last snow was melting. The grass turned green again, the birds were singing in the trees. And the fresh smell in the air... "She looked up, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Tell me, Markus, is it still like this? "

The young man cringed inwardly; the pity he felt was beyond words. So desperately he wished to be able to give her back what she had lost a long time ago. Fifteen years locked in behind glass and the knowledge that it would stay like this for the rest of her life. Because she carried the dead inside her, one touch of her hand could mean the end of the menkind.

Markus had always done his best to make it as comfortable as possible for her, but in moments like these, he realized that he was not more than her guardsman, denying her what she wanted most. Her old life, her freedom. The sun burning on her face, the wind in her hair. The bouquet had been only the pathic try to sooth his bad conscience.

"Sorry! "He forced his eyes back to her; she was standing close to the window now, one hand resting on the glass as if she wanted to touch him, to reassure him that everything was okay. "Just a tiny moment of melancholy. It's already over. Thank you for the flowers; they are lovely. "She smiled. "You are lovely. I was supposed to die about fifteen years ago, but I am glad I didn't because I would have missed so many wonderful moments together with you."