Just the drabble
Aug. 16th, 2004 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraTo report for today: nothing of note happened. I dread the start of school. Ian Thorpe deserved to win the 200 free, but Phelps is still better-looking. Life drags on.
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Buffy's Granddaughter, Far Future
Mom brought Grandma's things down from the attic today. It's been three weeks since the funeral, and it's time to sort. We start with the easy little things – some clothes she never really wore, a book of Browning poetry that looks unopened.
About halfway through, we come across some old photos, all post-Sunnydale. She's not smiling in the earliest ones, and her eyes are haunted.
And then, in the ones dated 2008, she's suddenly happy again. Sometimes at the fringes of these photos I think I see someone else, but when I turn the picture in my hands, he disappears.
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Buffy's Granddaughter, Far Future
Mom brought Grandma's things down from the attic today. It's been three weeks since the funeral, and it's time to sort. We start with the easy little things – some clothes she never really wore, a book of Browning poetry that looks unopened.
About halfway through, we come across some old photos, all post-Sunnydale. She's not smiling in the earliest ones, and her eyes are haunted.
And then, in the ones dated 2008, she's suddenly happy again. Sometimes at the fringes of these photos I think I see someone else, but when I turn the picture in my hands, he disappears.
