[100] One Hundred: Selphie
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [100] One Hundred
Title: In Tens
Characters: Selphie
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 585
Selphie loved to jump rope. As her tiny wrists deftly twisted the scarlet cord, she would close her eyes and count softly to herself, forgetting everything else but the steady rhythm of her feet and her hands moving the rope.
"Ten--"
A small girl with green eyes like glass peeked out from a feather-covered hat. A long pearl necklace hung down to her waist, and her little hands tried to hold a dress around her body that belonged on a much larger woman.
"Look, Mommy! I'm just like you!" She posed dramatically, looking like a doll in oversized clothing. Her mother laughed and started to wipe a smudge of red lipstick from Selphie's face.
"Twenty--"
"I love you," the boy said, and she felt her heart thumping pitifully in her chest. His hair was the color of chocolate and her skin tingled where his hands had touched. She closed her eyes and let herself be engulfed by infinity.
"Thirty--"
...And she was laughing through her tears as the ring disappeared beneath the shimmering gray foam of the tide.
"Forty--"
She smiled to herself as she watched Kairi, Riku, and Sora happily walking together in the marketplace. Kairi's head was against Riku's shoulder, red hair streaked with silver, and her hand clasped Sora's arm. Some things never change, she thought, as she bought a new school tie for her son.
"Fifty--"
"Do you love her?" Her tone was harsh as she regarded her son--a young man now, she reminded herself--with a critical eye. He blished beneath his freckles and nodded. Selphie punched him lightly in the arm. "Then what are you waiting for, boy? Marry the girl!"
"Sixty--"
The sand formed little craters beneath her feet as she ran along the shore of the island she had played on as a child. She felt like a little girl again, only now her hair was longer and her legs were quicker.
"Slow down, woman!" her husband panted behind her. "You're not young anymore!"
She looked back, eyes mischievous. "I may be old in years but I'm young in spirit!"
"Seventy--"
Some days she just needed peace and quiet. The old woman sat on her porch watching twilight burn across the sky. The only sounds were the distant hum of the sea and the wind whispering around her face. She grinned and thought what an improvement it was over her grandchild's screams.
"Eighty--"
"Mom, you're not young anymore!" Her son was a nice man but a fool, she thought with annoyance, always badgering her to go to the doctor for some afflection or another.
"I think I can handle carrying my own suitcase," she snapped, clutching the bright pink bundle against her bosom. "You children are so lazy." Her son watched after her with an incredulous look on his face. She giggled in childish delight as she threw the empty suitcase on her bed.
"Ninety--"
The woman's face was wrinkled and brown from sunlight and hard work. She huddled into pastel-colored dresses and was nearly as small as she had been as a young girl. But her eyes were the same brilliant green, alight with intelligence and enthusiasm. She wasn't too old yet for a little fun.
"One hundred--"
Selphie stumbled as her jump rope was caught by her foot. She breathed in deeply for a moment, trying to shake the strange thoughts she'd had in her near-daze. Then she laughed.
"One hundred! A new record!" She went off to find Tidus and Wakka to tell them.
Title: In Tens
Characters: Selphie
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 585
Selphie loved to jump rope. As her tiny wrists deftly twisted the scarlet cord, she would close her eyes and count softly to herself, forgetting everything else but the steady rhythm of her feet and her hands moving the rope.
"Ten--"
A small girl with green eyes like glass peeked out from a feather-covered hat. A long pearl necklace hung down to her waist, and her little hands tried to hold a dress around her body that belonged on a much larger woman.
"Look, Mommy! I'm just like you!" She posed dramatically, looking like a doll in oversized clothing. Her mother laughed and started to wipe a smudge of red lipstick from Selphie's face.
"Twenty--"
"I love you," the boy said, and she felt her heart thumping pitifully in her chest. His hair was the color of chocolate and her skin tingled where his hands had touched. She closed her eyes and let herself be engulfed by infinity.
"Thirty--"
...And she was laughing through her tears as the ring disappeared beneath the shimmering gray foam of the tide.
"Forty--"
She smiled to herself as she watched Kairi, Riku, and Sora happily walking together in the marketplace. Kairi's head was against Riku's shoulder, red hair streaked with silver, and her hand clasped Sora's arm. Some things never change, she thought, as she bought a new school tie for her son.
"Fifty--"
"Do you love her?" Her tone was harsh as she regarded her son--a young man now, she reminded herself--with a critical eye. He blished beneath his freckles and nodded. Selphie punched him lightly in the arm. "Then what are you waiting for, boy? Marry the girl!"
"Sixty--"
The sand formed little craters beneath her feet as she ran along the shore of the island she had played on as a child. She felt like a little girl again, only now her hair was longer and her legs were quicker.
"Slow down, woman!" her husband panted behind her. "You're not young anymore!"
She looked back, eyes mischievous. "I may be old in years but I'm young in spirit!"
"Seventy--"
Some days she just needed peace and quiet. The old woman sat on her porch watching twilight burn across the sky. The only sounds were the distant hum of the sea and the wind whispering around her face. She grinned and thought what an improvement it was over her grandchild's screams.
"Eighty--"
"Mom, you're not young anymore!" Her son was a nice man but a fool, she thought with annoyance, always badgering her to go to the doctor for some afflection or another.
"I think I can handle carrying my own suitcase," she snapped, clutching the bright pink bundle against her bosom. "You children are so lazy." Her son watched after her with an incredulous look on his face. She giggled in childish delight as she threw the empty suitcase on her bed.
"Ninety--"
The woman's face was wrinkled and brown from sunlight and hard work. She huddled into pastel-colored dresses and was nearly as small as she had been as a young girl. But her eyes were the same brilliant green, alight with intelligence and enthusiasm. She wasn't too old yet for a little fun.
"One hundred--"
Selphie stumbled as her jump rope was caught by her foot. She breathed in deeply for a moment, trying to shake the strange thoughts she'd had in her near-daze. Then she laughed.
"One hundred! A new record!" She went off to find Tidus and Wakka to tell them.
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Date: 2007-04-05 01:54 am (UTC)though you do have one typo: 'he blished' instead of blushed ^^;;; hehe
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