Work Text:
Title:Day is Done
Author: fragrantwoods
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Setting: In the A/U of Dear Diary , a couple of days after Bill and Laura's friend leaves them for the last time.
A/N: The challenge of an actual 100 word drabble kept nagging at me, as did the aftermath of "Dear Diary".
Title is from "Taps", of course:
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake,
From the sky.
All is well, safely rest.
God is nigh.
Day is Done
The rock pile grew, their weathered callused hands alternating with reverence.
Laura bent her head, white-streaked red locks veiling tanned cheeks, praying to the Lords of Kobol.
Leftover pills were tucked into a leather pouch. One day, his gun might be past firing.
She combed Angelina’s hair, stroked her scarred cheek.
Bill kept a gnarled hand on Laura’s shoulder. Angelina’d been right about arthritis. The herb helped.
He counted rocks.
A Raptor wing leaned against a tree.
Three volleys of seven rocks , three in one hand, four in the other. It would add up to twenty-one.
It would suffice.
A/N: LJ cut is from another version of the accepted lyrics of Taps:
Thanks and praise, For our days,
’Neath the sun, ’Neath the stars,
’Neath the sky,
As we go, This we know,
God is nigh.