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Title: Sister
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Aodh, (Madeleine)
Prompt: 021 “Friends”
Word Count: 171
Rating: G
Notes: sparked from the Cris Williamson song of the same name as the title. Always gets a jar of pain from this direction when it comes on.
Pretty song, woman’s voice—other women’s voices on the chorus in low harmony—accompanied by piano.
It was a stupid song, for this feeling to accompany. His sister had rarely—and never with the stately grace of the singer’s words—been the sort of person one went to to hold a burden, or to ‘share the load’.
He’d never counted on her, for many things. Too old, too set in alien ways, to be the sort of elder sister one took scraped knees or childhood crushes to. She was, instead, the sort of sister one went to for creative payback ideas, or to share something intricate because she’d follow the thread of the idea.
A song that gave graceful permission to lean, that offered the easing of pain, should not make his heart clench in his chest. Should not make his thoughts dwell on the sister the song did not describe.
After all, she was dead, and so could not even be leaned on for so little as a passing of the salt.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Aodh, (Madeleine)
Prompt: 021 “Friends”
Word Count: 171
Rating: G
Notes: sparked from the Cris Williamson song of the same name as the title. Always gets a jar of pain from this direction when it comes on.
Pretty song, woman’s voice—other women’s voices on the chorus in low harmony—accompanied by piano.
It was a stupid song, for this feeling to accompany. His sister had rarely—and never with the stately grace of the singer’s words—been the sort of person one went to to hold a burden, or to ‘share the load’.
He’d never counted on her, for many things. Too old, too set in alien ways, to be the sort of elder sister one took scraped knees or childhood crushes to. She was, instead, the sort of sister one went to for creative payback ideas, or to share something intricate because she’d follow the thread of the idea.
A song that gave graceful permission to lean, that offered the easing of pain, should not make his heart clench in his chest. Should not make his thoughts dwell on the sister the song did not describe.
After all, she was dead, and so could not even be leaned on for so little as a passing of the salt.
