Longing
By: Stacy L.
CATEGORY: Angst, POV
TABLE FIC
PROMPT: 058. Dinner
WARNINGS: Sad
COMPLETED:
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story serves as a response to a table
fic prompt from the stargatefic100 LiveJournal challenge community.
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As I enter the house I softly smile, quickly I put my
stuff away before setting to work. I wander into the kitchen humming softly,
quietly as I begin to prepare a meal. My concentration is only broken when I
retrieve two plates from the cupboard. I walk into the dining room and place
them both on the table, like I've done a thousand times before. I proceed with
placing the silverware beside each plate: one knife, one fork, one spoon, and a
glass for each of us is placed above and slightly to the right of the plates. I
then lean back and smile at my handiwork before returning to check on the food
I'm preparing. My smile broadens as I inhale the sweet scents of the food. I
sample it and silently compliment myself on a job well done before finishing
its preparation.
Once the meal is ready I walk to the table and heap each plate with food before
settling in my seat. I swallow hard before lifting my head and staring intently
at you. I clear my throat drumming up the courage to speak, managing to softly
say, "I missed you today..." and trailing off as my eyes begin to
well up with tears. I force them back struggling to keep them at bay,
struggling to maintain control over my jumbled emotions...
As I continue to gaze at you I stare so intently fearing that if I don't I will
forget you. As my throat constricts tighter, I swallow harder and I softly
utter "I love you" before the tears begin to fall.
I force a smile not wanting you to see me cry, and as I look at you my heart
fills with dread as I again only see your empty chair...
** The End **
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