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lillianmorgan's birthday and I *fail* because I've not managed to come up with a single thing to mark the occasion. So sorry, dear, but I hope you are having a Fabulous Day!!!!!
(Of course I am blaming my forgetfulness on As You Were + One. S/B/A porn if you're interested?)
Also I must extend my congratulations tokathyh who is celebrating her 24th wedding anniversary today! All the best and have a great time!
Am in a rush (children start school again tomorrow, squee!), but since I wrote this I thought I might as well share. It's very short and well... LM, if you want it as birthday fic, it's yours, but honestly I can't imagine why you'd be interested.
See we watched 'Cast Away' (the movie with Tom Hanks, not the TV show) on Saturday, and I got this tiny little idea. Has anyone ever written 'Cast Away' fic? Am I totally weird? Anyway, one of Chuck's friends suggests a fishing trip (after he is rescued, at the 'welcome back' party), and this is what I wrote. Only 400 words. Unbeta'd, un-everything, written in like 15 minutes. (And now I can never show my face again. *hides*)
Going Fishing
Chuck watched in silence as the others started unloading all their gear - lucky hats, festooned with old badges and lures, bobbed up and down as boxes of hooks and bait were arranged neatly on the ground. Then there was the obligatory comparing of rods, every detail examined and discussed...
Smiling sadly, he shook his head. They were all so - careful. So mindful of the otherworldliness of what had happened to him that they took great pains to pretend that everything was normal. That this was a fishing trip like any other. That he’d slot back into his old life as if nothing had happened.
Well - that’s not how it was going to be... He wasn’t the same man he’d once been. His wife was married to someone else. 'Ordinary' everyday life was a struggle to keep up a pretense. Even his clothes felt alien...
Opening up the booth, he grabbed the bucket he’d found under the sink and the javelin he’d spent nearly two hours buying the day before. He’d tried out every one in the entire store, trying to find one with the same feel as the one he’d made himself...
Carefully he took off his shoes and socks, before rolling up his trousers. Then, bucket in one hand and spear in the other, he walked towards the river. It was a clear, swift-flowing stream, with plenty of fish and a great number of boulders scattered in the water - details he’d taken into consideration when he’d chosen today’s site.
Silence fell as the others watched him wade into the water, bucket left behind on the riverbank. Then, as he positioned himself on a large rock, he could hear the chatter rise up again, like the sound of the water rushing past - but he cut it all out as he carefully scrutinised the water, watching for that telltale blink of scales.
Feeling the air cooling the wetness on his feet and the solidness of the rock beneath him, he finally felt that he fitted again - a puzzle piece that had been missing slotted back into place. Then, eyes narrowing, he spotted his prey and a fraction of a second later finely honed muscles obeyed - the javelin standing proud in the hasty water, waiting for him to collect his bounty.
As he tossed the fish into the bucket, he looked up at the others. They were all staring at him, mouths hanging open like doors left ajar - and he smiled a little.
“Did a lot of fishing back on the island...”
lillianmorgan's birthday and I *fail* because I've not managed to come up with a single thing to mark the occasion. So sorry, dear, but I hope you are having a Fabulous Day!!!!!(Of course I am blaming my forgetfulness on As You Were + One. S/B/A porn if you're interested?)
Also I must extend my congratulations to
kathyh who is celebrating her 24th wedding anniversary today! All the best and have a great time!Am in a rush (children start school again tomorrow, squee!), but since I wrote this I thought I might as well share. It's very short and well... LM, if you want it as birthday fic, it's yours, but honestly I can't imagine why you'd be interested.
See we watched 'Cast Away' (the movie with Tom Hanks, not the TV show) on Saturday, and I got this tiny little idea. Has anyone ever written 'Cast Away' fic? Am I totally weird? Anyway, one of Chuck's friends suggests a fishing trip (after he is rescued, at the 'welcome back' party), and this is what I wrote. Only 400 words. Unbeta'd, un-everything, written in like 15 minutes. (And now I can never show my face again. *hides*)
Going Fishing
Chuck watched in silence as the others started unloading all their gear - lucky hats, festooned with old badges and lures, bobbed up and down as boxes of hooks and bait were arranged neatly on the ground. Then there was the obligatory comparing of rods, every detail examined and discussed...
Smiling sadly, he shook his head. They were all so - careful. So mindful of the otherworldliness of what had happened to him that they took great pains to pretend that everything was normal. That this was a fishing trip like any other. That he’d slot back into his old life as if nothing had happened.
Well - that’s not how it was going to be... He wasn’t the same man he’d once been. His wife was married to someone else. 'Ordinary' everyday life was a struggle to keep up a pretense. Even his clothes felt alien...
Opening up the booth, he grabbed the bucket he’d found under the sink and the javelin he’d spent nearly two hours buying the day before. He’d tried out every one in the entire store, trying to find one with the same feel as the one he’d made himself...
Carefully he took off his shoes and socks, before rolling up his trousers. Then, bucket in one hand and spear in the other, he walked towards the river. It was a clear, swift-flowing stream, with plenty of fish and a great number of boulders scattered in the water - details he’d taken into consideration when he’d chosen today’s site.
Silence fell as the others watched him wade into the water, bucket left behind on the riverbank. Then, as he positioned himself on a large rock, he could hear the chatter rise up again, like the sound of the water rushing past - but he cut it all out as he carefully scrutinised the water, watching for that telltale blink of scales.
Feeling the air cooling the wetness on his feet and the solidness of the rock beneath him, he finally felt that he fitted again - a puzzle piece that had been missing slotted back into place. Then, eyes narrowing, he spotted his prey and a fraction of a second later finely honed muscles obeyed - the javelin standing proud in the hasty water, waiting for him to collect his bounty.
As he tossed the fish into the bucket, he looked up at the others. They were all staring at him, mouths hanging open like doors left ajar - and he smiled a little.
“Did a lot of fishing back on the island...”
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My pleasure. I hope the day was a great success! :)
you've made it sound very intriguing.
It's rather good - I missed a few bits here and there thanks to having to check on a download, but (apart from the ending being a teensy bit on the long side) it was definitely worthwhile!
(And I had a real *headdesk* moment yesterday, when it occurred to me that instead of inventing 'Loxlar' I could just have used the shark headed guy as the middleman. Too late now of course, but I could have had *so* much fun with that. *sigh*)
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Aw thank you! It was just going in circles in my head, so I *had* to write it down. I really hoped someone out there would enjoy it, so I wouldn't be all on my own...
I liked the open ending the movie gave
Oh me too!
I think it's very true to the story. And I don't think it's silly at all. :)
Well you certainly made me feel better - thank you again. Writing is a funny thing...
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I've not seen Cast Away either, but I enjoyed what you wrote. I thought you captured that detachment very nicely - that fish out of water feeling - heh.
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it's very nice to be thought of and to receive so many exclamation marks ;)
Hee! And now I actually *have* found a tiny plot-bunny, so once I get 5 minutes to write, you'll have a b-d fic. Which a very unusual pairing - I have never seen it anywhere. ;)
I thought you captured that detachment very nicely - that fish out of water feeling - heh.
*giggles* Oh and let's e-mail re. visit. I am a bit clearer now as to what we might be doing.