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wonderlife) wrote2011-12-30 03:42 pm
wonderlife) wrote2011-12-30 03:42 pm
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Shoe
Author: Nichole
Rating: G
Word Count: 124
Story Title: Shoe
Summary: Chan-wook wakes up to find he doesn't know where he is. And more importantly - he's missing a shoe
Author's Note: Takes place in the 1980s. A failed pocky.
He was missing a shoe.
It was the first thing Chan-wook noticed when he woke up on the cool factory floor. There was a bit of sick on his arm; Takara was curled up asleep at his feet – that was more or less normal. Chan-wook found himself with two questions: where were they, and more importantly, where the hell was his shoe?
He nudged Takara with his foot; when she didn’t move, a familiar terror rose up in him. Takara muttered in her sleep – the terror disappeared. It was then that he noticed it; the black thing in Takara’s hands. Pressed tightly against her chest – his shoe.
That just left one question: where the hell where they and how did they get there?
Okay, two questions.
“Takara,” again he nudged her. “what day is it?”
“Tuesdays?” Came the sleepy reply.
Chan-wook nodded slowly. “I knew I hated Tuesdays.” With a sigh, he laid back down on the cool cement floor. “Go back to sleep, Takara. We’ll try again tomorrow. Wednesdays are always good; unless it rains.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 124
Story Title: Shoe
Summary: Chan-wook wakes up to find he doesn't know where he is. And more importantly - he's missing a shoe
Author's Note: Takes place in the 1980s. A failed pocky.
He was missing a shoe.
It was the first thing Chan-wook noticed when he woke up on the cool factory floor. There was a bit of sick on his arm; Takara was curled up asleep at his feet – that was more or less normal. Chan-wook found himself with two questions: where were they, and more importantly, where the hell was his shoe?
He nudged Takara with his foot; when she didn’t move, a familiar terror rose up in him. Takara muttered in her sleep – the terror disappeared. It was then that he noticed it; the black thing in Takara’s hands. Pressed tightly against her chest – his shoe.
That just left one question: where the hell where they and how did they get there?
Okay, two questions.
“Takara,” again he nudged her. “what day is it?”
“Tuesdays?” Came the sleepy reply.
Chan-wook nodded slowly. “I knew I hated Tuesdays.” With a sigh, he laid back down on the cool cement floor. “Go back to sleep, Takara. We’ll try again tomorrow. Wednesdays are always good; unless it rains.”