Pencilled Memory
May. 17th, 2005 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
na_lonI have already posted this once on my lj in a comment, but here it is again, because I wanted to make sure that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gramarye1971 gets to see it.
Gramarye, if you are reading this, you may also wish to take a look (if you haven't already) at the comments in response to the post I made for your birthday -- there are a few notes about this drabble and an insightful comment byjane_somebody.
This is just a beginning... things should become clear as I go.
Pencilled Memory
by Pencil based on The Dark is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper.
He had neither seen nor thought of the drawing for years. Staring at it now brought to mind not memories exactly, but a delicious sense of seasalt and sunlight. An image, too, of a long coat swirling to become a cloak of midnight. Moving backwards, he didn't take his eyes off the slightly smudged pencilled lines as he sat on the edge of the table.
Something is right there, just out of reach... Remain motionless, don't breathe, lest that fine connection to the past dissolve. And then...
"Merlin?" Barney whispered. "Merriman Lyon." How could he have forgotten about Greatuncle Merry?
gramarye1971 gets to see it.Gramarye, if you are reading this, you may also wish to take a look (if you haven't already) at the comments in response to the post I made for your birthday -- there are a few notes about this drabble and an insightful comment by
jane_somebody.This is just a beginning... things should become clear as I go.
Pencilled Memory
by Pencil based on The Dark is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper.
He had neither seen nor thought of the drawing for years. Staring at it now brought to mind not memories exactly, but a delicious sense of seasalt and sunlight. An image, too, of a long coat swirling to become a cloak of midnight. Moving backwards, he didn't take his eyes off the slightly smudged pencilled lines as he sat on the edge of the table.
Something is right there, just out of reach... Remain motionless, don't breathe, lest that fine connection to the past dissolve. And then...
"Merlin?" Barney whispered. "Merriman Lyon." How could he have forgotten about Greatuncle Merry?
