![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Here's a drabble starring Xander. It was written for the "earth" prompt at
still_grrr.
Memorial
It was one single point, in the Bronze. Three steps from the second pool table, opposite the side door.
Xander would go to get drinks, or to the bathroom, or whatever – and every time he reached that spot, his steps would slow, his breath would hitch, and for an instant his memory would be full of his best friend in the world.
You know – the one he’d killed.
There was no plaque. No wreaths. No mound slowly sinking into the earth around it.
Just that one spot.
He’d never really got the point of gravestones. But now they sounded essential.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
Memorial
It was one single point, in the Bronze. Three steps from the second pool table, opposite the side door.
Xander would go to get drinks, or to the bathroom, or whatever – and every time he reached that spot, his steps would slow, his breath would hitch, and for an instant his memory would be full of his best friend in the world.
You know – the one he’d killed.
There was no plaque. No wreaths. No mound slowly sinking into the earth around it.
Just that one spot.
He’d never really got the point of gravestones. But now they sounded essential.
no subject
Date: 2010-06-07 10:24 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
no subject
Date: 2010-06-07 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-08 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-08 01:24 am (UTC)