Simon and River - after Serenity

Sometimes the greatest gift you can give... is to give up giving.

 

   
But getting that down in a fic... it aint no easy thing...

 

Writer's Block: Deaf Awareness

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They were ghosts at the waters edge, the two children, barely disturbing the surface tension of the air.
The sun was rising and the lake was beginning to gleam red.
The mist, coming up to meet the morning, was clotted and thick - but it was burning away fast.
One child was looking at the other - and that child was looking into nothing.
( below the surface... )