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Prompt 221 - Teammates - One for the Team - Cass (wordwhacker) - original
Title: One for the Team
Fandom: Original
Prompt: 221 - Teammates
Word Count: 555
Rating: G
It would have been nice if the weather had shared their sombre sentiments, but it was a hot and muggy Sunday afternoon when Kelly and Tai made the trek up to Greenhill. It had been the hottest July that either of them could remember, at least since they'd been nomads during that summer in junior high. That had been the three of them, of course, staying up all hours and sleeping the day away in the sweltering tent, oblivious of the ambulances and transport trucks that rumbled past on the busy street not twenty yards from their heads. Those had been the kind of mythic childhood days that were the closest thing the modern world had to a Tom Sawyer story; idyllic, innocent, perfect as a painting in spite of the quiet truths that darkened the palette. Nothing was perfect. But even then they'd felt some measure of the weight of those days: a time would come when they would be over and they would never come back.
The grave faced the East and was still new enough for the print to stand out sharply against the glossy surface.
Here Lies
AMANDA GABRIELLE RICHARDSON
1989 - 2006
"I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me"
Under the traditional reverant text was a smaller inscription:
Go Greyhounds!
Tai and Kelly used to approach silently, like they were afraid to disturb the dead. This was in the days when they would visit her every week, when they brought fresh flowers and cleared away the frozen ones that first winter. Then spring had come and the flowers had lingered for longer and longer, and then they drifted away from the ritual. They still had a few traditions: her birthday, Christmas time, the last day of school. They weren't often alone for those visits.
This one was special: the first game day of the season.
Tai and Kelly talked and laughed until they were at the foot of the gravesite. It was hard to come down from such an emotional high. They let the giggles work their way out before they made a real effort to be serious. Then the silence crept up on them again.
"It's hard to believe that it's been two years," Tai said.
Kelly shrugged. "Not quite two years yet."
They sat down in the tall grass at her feet. In the distance they heard a mower going.
"Well, 'Manda," Tai said, "We won our first game."
"Now we don't have to be embarassed like last year," Kelly said, laughing a little.
"Your little sister made the team this year. She's probably going to play goal."
"She would get a kick out of that," Kelly said to Tai, speaking in almost a whisper, as though it would have been rude to interrupt.
"Yeah." They fell silent again for a while. Tai watched an ant crawl up the slick side of the gravestone.
"It's kind of hard to think of stuff to say, isn't it?" Kelly said.
Tai shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't need us to tell her. Maybe she sees everything."
"Maybe she's the reason we won the game," Kelly said.
It would have been nice if she could have helped us from the inside.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: 221 - Teammates
Word Count: 555
Rating: G
It would have been nice if the weather had shared their sombre sentiments, but it was a hot and muggy Sunday afternoon when Kelly and Tai made the trek up to Greenhill. It had been the hottest July that either of them could remember, at least since they'd been nomads during that summer in junior high. That had been the three of them, of course, staying up all hours and sleeping the day away in the sweltering tent, oblivious of the ambulances and transport trucks that rumbled past on the busy street not twenty yards from their heads. Those had been the kind of mythic childhood days that were the closest thing the modern world had to a Tom Sawyer story; idyllic, innocent, perfect as a painting in spite of the quiet truths that darkened the palette. Nothing was perfect. But even then they'd felt some measure of the weight of those days: a time would come when they would be over and they would never come back.
The grave faced the East and was still new enough for the print to stand out sharply against the glossy surface.
Here Lies
AMANDA GABRIELLE RICHARDSON
1989 - 2006
"I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me"
Under the traditional reverant text was a smaller inscription:
Go Greyhounds!
Tai and Kelly used to approach silently, like they were afraid to disturb the dead. This was in the days when they would visit her every week, when they brought fresh flowers and cleared away the frozen ones that first winter. Then spring had come and the flowers had lingered for longer and longer, and then they drifted away from the ritual. They still had a few traditions: her birthday, Christmas time, the last day of school. They weren't often alone for those visits.
This one was special: the first game day of the season.
Tai and Kelly talked and laughed until they were at the foot of the gravesite. It was hard to come down from such an emotional high. They let the giggles work their way out before they made a real effort to be serious. Then the silence crept up on them again.
"It's hard to believe that it's been two years," Tai said.
Kelly shrugged. "Not quite two years yet."
They sat down in the tall grass at her feet. In the distance they heard a mower going.
"Well, 'Manda," Tai said, "We won our first game."
"Now we don't have to be embarassed like last year," Kelly said, laughing a little.
"Your little sister made the team this year. She's probably going to play goal."
"She would get a kick out of that," Kelly said to Tai, speaking in almost a whisper, as though it would have been rude to interrupt.
"Yeah." They fell silent again for a while. Tai watched an ant crawl up the slick side of the gravestone.
"It's kind of hard to think of stuff to say, isn't it?" Kelly said.
Tai shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't need us to tell her. Maybe she sees everything."
"Maybe she's the reason we won the game," Kelly said.
It would have been nice if she could have helped us from the inside.