Fic: Sleepover (G, Closure)
Jun. 2nd, 2010 02:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Sleepover
Author:
wendelah1
Character/Pairing: Jeffrey Spender
Rating: G
Word Count: 4,580
Summary: Jeffrey was three years old when his mother disappeared for the first time.
Notes: At the end
Sleepover
Jeffrey was three years old when his mother disappeared for the first time. The night before, she read him "Good Night, Moon," tucked him in, and kissed him, just as always. But when he walked into his parents' bedroom the next morning, she was gone. His father told him simply that she was sick, and had to go to the hospital so she could get well again. She would be back soon, he said, but until she was well, Mrs. Monroe was going to stay with them. He didn't have a clear recollection of what happened after that; in fact, he didn't have many memories of his early childhood at all, but he did remember that first time: seeing her empty, neatly made-up bed, his father standing beside it, smoking a cigarette. He thought he might have cried, but he wasn't certain.
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Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Character/Pairing: Jeffrey Spender
Rating: G
Word Count: 4,580
Summary: Jeffrey was three years old when his mother disappeared for the first time.
Notes: At the end
Jeffrey was three years old when his mother disappeared for the first time. The night before, she read him "Good Night, Moon," tucked him in, and kissed him, just as always. But when he walked into his parents' bedroom the next morning, she was gone. His father told him simply that she was sick, and had to go to the hospital so she could get well again. She would be back soon, he said, but until she was well, Mrs. Monroe was going to stay with them. He didn't have a clear recollection of what happened after that; in fact, he didn't have many memories of his early childhood at all, but he did remember that first time: seeing her empty, neatly made-up bed, his father standing beside it, smoking a cigarette. He thought he might have cried, but he wasn't certain.
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