Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!

[alette]

(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!

The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!

Comments

In the lamplight, the withered leaves

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Three decades after their deaths, Susan still saw their faces reflected in every lamppost. Her heart had stretched to accommodate the sorrow, and so she greeted every lamp as an old friend: Mr and Mrs Beaver, shining softly in the snow; Reepicheep, glinting in the midday sun; Mr Tumnus and Caspian and Trufflehunter and Trumpkin, the ages blurring together down the ranks of Whitehall and under Admiralty Arch; and there, in St James Park, with the murmur of water at her back and damp grass underfoot, she could sit on the ground (was it a little harder than it used to be?) and lean against the solid iron and be once more surrounded by her brothers and sister.

And if, when twilight fell and the lamps flickered on, she spoke to them, only the Crows would know.

Re: In the lamplight, the withered leaves

[ghostwings]

Oh, this is beautiful and heartbreaking. I really like the line "Her heart had stretched to accommodate the sorrow." Poor Susan.

Re: In the lamplight, the withered leaves

[autumnia]

I love that Susan remembers so much, even though she's still grieving so many years on.