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I am a sheep. Or a lemming. One of those.
Ask me for a drabble. Please specify any or all of the following: fandom, characters, setting, mood, event, keywords. If I can oblige you, I will. Fair warning: I reserve the right to interpret your specifications creatively.
Ask me for a drabble. Please specify any or all of the following: fandom, characters, setting, mood, event, keywords. If I can oblige you, I will. Fair warning: I reserve the right to interpret your specifications creatively.
Looking for Jack
She's left her tree. There is nothing in the world more unlucky than to leave your tree. This is not something she has been taught; it is something she knows, something she has always known, running in her like sap.
But he hasn't come, and he hasn't come, and the construction on the new freeway will be coming through before the summer is over, and neither her tree nor any of the others will see another spring if he doesn't help them.
The first step from grass to concrete hurts like frost after a thaw.
Where are you now, Jack-in-the-Green?
She has to find him. Because nobody else will.