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03 November 2007 @ 02:15 pm
Supernatural Gen Drabble: The Unopened Door (John)  
Title: The Unopened Door
Author: HalfshellVenus
Character: John (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: For 100_ghosts "Skeletons in the closet" challenge.

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In a library in Tallahassee, John notices for the first time in years that a woman's pretty. He'd forgotten what that was like.

Her eyes are silver, almost eerie beneath raven hair. But the effect becomes beauty when she smiles at his stack of books. "That's a lot of reading."

"Just browsing through."

They get to talking about the weather and other chit-chat, and she's bold enough to show her interest: "I'm Tessa and I'm single. How 'bout you?"

My wife burned to death on the ceiling, and I'm hunting whatever killed her. "Widowed," he says darkly.

The conversation's over.


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Deadbeat Nymph: dean under metallicardeadbeat_nymph on November 3rd, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, how moving...

It's interesting because we never really think about that aspect of John's life, but it's quite significant. And it's impressive of you to get into John's head so well, especially since I know how you feel about him. Actually, I think you've been delving into it significantly as of late, haven't you?

Great job. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Johnhalfshellvenus on November 14th, 2007 06:47 pm (UTC)
And it's impressive of you to get into John's head so well, especially since I know how you feel about him. Actually, I think you've been delving into it significantly as of late, haven't you?
I've written him for drabbles off and on, like this one. The hardest part of his life for me is after Mary died, and what he chose to turn his sons' lives into. I have a seriously hard time accepting that, moreso as a parent (but also as the child of someone whose self-centered choices affected the family again and again-- not this badly, but still negatively).

But for this prompt... darn if that isn't a significant skeleton to be hiding in the closet. Who could possibly guess it's there?