drabbles

[angelchicken]

piedmargaret made up a drabble challenge of ludicrous epithets that could be made into something less . . . uh, ludicrous.

So, I did some.



The Slayer’s Mother

There wasn’t a support group.

"Hi. I’m Joyce, and I’m the Slayer’s mother."

It was easy to pretend. Blood was pizza sauce from a girly sleepover; torn clothes: "Buffy’s so clumsy. There’s a reason we used to call her ‘Knees’," delivered with a chuckle and often an embarrassed "Mom!"

Buffy. The Chosen One.

One girl. Her girl. Her baby.

She’d come down to breakfast with a new bruise or a slight limp she couldn’t hide. And Joyce would smile. Tease. Try to bring some semblance of normalcy to this, this farce of a life.

Buffy was alone.

So was Joyce.

***

The Black Man

"Stay away from the black man. He may seem nice but he’ll try to rape you in the night."

"The black man? Don’t mind him. Fortunate for us he’s strong and dumb as a post. But a good worker. If only they were all like that."

"You are a black man. What difference could you possible make?"

He spent his entire live being defined by the color of his skin. Didn’t matter what he did, what he said, he would always be "The black man".

And yes, he was a man.

Lucky for him he wasn’t alive anymore.

He grinned.

Comments

[brandil.livejournal.com]

Loved them both, but The Black Man really struck a chord.

[angelchicken.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I'm so glad you liked them.

[sunbrae.livejournal.com]

Those are faboo, sweetie. I especially like the Joyce one since I watched "The Body" last night. I'm all, "Joyce! *sniff*"

[angelchicken.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Sunny! I loved Joyce. She had her faults, but she really was a good mom. And it must have been so hard for her. *sniff* I miss Joyce.

[moireach.livejournal.com]

Oh, fabulous, especially the Joyce one. Spot on with all the inherent sadness of the character fic usually ignores.

[angelchicken.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I always felt so bad for Joyce, knowing that her daughter was going out and risking her life night after night. And she was so good about it (after, you know, the initial freak out, but even that I understand).

Poor Joyce.

I'm so glad you enjoyed them.

[nikitangel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, liked 'em both. Great imagery with Joyce and the support group idea. Thanks for sharing!