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Advent Calender 2016 / Day 9 / Fanfiction

Well, first of all, I want to apologize to everyone who is following this calendar. I've actually planned to do a picture spam again. And we had a 'Jeremiah' story only yesterday. But you know, sometimes things went differently than planned.

You can blame aliensouldream ;) for posting this pic this morning:

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I saw it and I knew, I would write another ficlet for 31_days because this pic is perfect for today's prompt.

Okay, to make a long story short, here we go to the ficlet.

Title:The frozen rose
Fandom: Jeremiah
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Rating: G
Word Count: 313
Challenge: Everything will pass, but that's why it's beautiful
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own Jeremiah nor the character :( - I'm just borrowing them for a while



It was icy cold this morning, the road conditions were horrible and all Kurdy wanted, was to go back to the Mountain as soon as possible where after a short talk with Markus a hot cup of tea and a good book were waiting for him.

„Stop!“

Loud cursing he hit the break. Smith again. Slightly annoyed Kurdy wondered what it would be this time, what the little guy had noticed or heard; he wished he would be able just to ignore it because it meant another hold-up. But he knew better. The prophecies of Smith sounded mysterious often enough but mostly they finally turned out to be right.

The moment the jeep came to a hold, Smith jumped out and rushed over to the near undergrowth. Kurdy followed him more watchful, the hand on his knife. But when he reached Smith, the guy eyed him with a rare smile on his lips and Kurdy relaxed again. Whatever it was, obviously it meant no danger.

„Look at that.“

Kurdy followed Smith's hint, watched around searchingly. Nothing but frozen grass, naked bushes, last bits of dirty snow and a small path leading into the nowhere. He huffed. This was the reason why they had to make the stop? Pretty weird.

Then he noticed the lonely rose. Frosted, but still in full bloom. Dark red in a sea of grayness. A reminder of the beauty of the world. It wouldn't last, though, the sun would rise, her warmth would melt the snow and the rose would lose her petals. Usually, Kurdy was not a soppy guy but this thought made him sad.

Suddenly he felt Smith's hand on his arm; a rare gesture; the guy knew to avoid too much nearness to others.

„Everything will pass,“ he said, still smiling.
„Even more important that we enjoy the beauty of the moment.“

THE END

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This is lovely - both the image of the rose and the story.

Isn't it a beautiful pic? I just couldn't resist.

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