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Challenge: Breaking
Title: Sunny Day
Words: 210
On all sunny days, they used to play. They raced and tumbled and laughed and fought and dreamed. The world was theirs, whatever little of it they knew (sunrises, sunsets, gentle waves, colored skies.)
“I’m going to Kairi’s house today,” Sora said, drawing irregular circles in the sand with his shoe. He tilted his head to look at Riku’s empty expression. “Is that okay?”
Riku shrugged, looking at the blue, blue horizon, squinting at the bright, bright sun. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You won’t be jealous that she didn’t invite you too?” Sora asked, tactlessly, cruelly, kindly.
Riku stared at him out of the corner of his eyes for a moment. “Why would I be jealous of you?” he said carefully, abandoning Sora’s side to approach the shore, leaving tracks in the wet sand.
“Good. Then I’m going now!” Sora exclaimed, jumping up with a grin. He began to leave, but paused in mid-turn. “Riku?” he called, looking back at the boy standing at the edges of a vast and endless sea.
“What?” Riku asked, looking over his shoulder, eyes searching.
Sora bit the bottom of his lip; something slipped from his fingers. He looked down and saw pebbles. “Uh, nothing. Bye!”
Riku turned, waved, and watched Sora walk away.
Challenge: Breaking
Title: Sunny Day
Words: 210
On all sunny days, they used to play. They raced and tumbled and laughed and fought and dreamed. The world was theirs, whatever little of it they knew (sunrises, sunsets, gentle waves, colored skies.)
“I’m going to Kairi’s house today,” Sora said, drawing irregular circles in the sand with his shoe. He tilted his head to look at Riku’s empty expression. “Is that okay?”
Riku shrugged, looking at the blue, blue horizon, squinting at the bright, bright sun. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You won’t be jealous that she didn’t invite you too?” Sora asked, tactlessly, cruelly, kindly.
Riku stared at him out of the corner of his eyes for a moment. “Why would I be jealous of you?” he said carefully, abandoning Sora’s side to approach the shore, leaving tracks in the wet sand.
“Good. Then I’m going now!” Sora exclaimed, jumping up with a grin. He began to leave, but paused in mid-turn. “Riku?” he called, looking back at the boy standing at the edges of a vast and endless sea.
“What?” Riku asked, looking over his shoulder, eyes searching.
Sora bit the bottom of his lip; something slipped from his fingers. He looked down and saw pebbles. “Uh, nothing. Bye!”
Riku turned, waved, and watched Sora walk away.
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Date: 2005-01-04 09:52 pm (UTC)On a more serious note, I seem to sense a kind of surreality associated with the drabble, like that of a dream. The third person POV seem to be more of Sora's, because Riku seems so hopelessly empty inside.
The surreality, I feel, seems to stem from the fact that I see a younger Sora and an older Riku standing side-by-side, interacting with each other.
I think I feel something out of this drabble, something empty, something hopeless, something bitter, but I have no idea what it is.
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