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priscaTitle: Mother's Day
Fandom: Jeremiah
Character: Mr. Smith
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 (drabble)
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Jeremiah nor the characters - just borrowing them for a while
originally written for fffc - challenge 15.17. - Mother's Day
Smith had taken refuge in the barn near the mountain, it was a day where he couldn't bear it to have other people around.
Mother's Day. The day where people did remember their mother.
Sister Hannah told stories to the children at school and they painted pictures.
Jeremiah wrote a letter to his mom. In the evening he would burn it.
Kurdy stared at the old, yellowed picture he usually hid away under his cushions for hours.
Everyone seemed to have memories to hold on. Everyone but him. His past was wiped out as if his mother had never existed.
Fandom: Jeremiah
Character: Mr. Smith
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 (drabble)
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Jeremiah nor the characters - just borrowing them for a while
originally written for fffc - challenge 15.17. - Mother's Day
Smith had taken refuge in the barn near the mountain, it was a day where he couldn't bear it to have other people around.
Mother's Day. The day where people did remember their mother.
Sister Hannah told stories to the children at school and they painted pictures.
Jeremiah wrote a letter to his mom. In the evening he would burn it.
Kurdy stared at the old, yellowed picture he usually hid away under his cushions for hours.
Everyone seemed to have memories to hold on. Everyone but him. His past was wiped out as if his mother had never existed.
