Character: Mr. Smith / Rose
Word Count: 300 (triple-drabble)
Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Jeremiah nor the characters - just borrowing them for a while
originally written for fffc - challenge 15.32 - beads
Smith smiled while his little daughter was running toward him.
“You are back."
He knelt down to pull her into his arms. It was good to see her happy. She had looked very disappointed this morning when he told her that he wouldn't be around for some hours. It was hard, for both of them, that they couldn't live together. But the Mountain was not a place for kids, the school where she was living together with other children was so much better for her. Friday though was their day, the day they spend together. Even God usually seemed to accept that and kept quiet.
Not today, though, He had told him to go the old library in Brownsdale and Smith had known better than to put his order in question. Luckily Michelle was in the Mountain today, the young woman had made it her business to protect art and other treasures of the old world no one else cared about anymore and Marcus had offered her some storage room. Rose loved to dig around there and Michelle never got tired to tell her about the old times.
"Come with me in the Cafeteria, we are making bead figurines."
"I've made you a pig.”
Bead figurines, huh? How long was it that children had made necklaces and pictures out of beads? Who still did remember old children's games? Smith noticed Rose excited sparkling eyes and suddenly he felt thankful that there were still people like Michelle who tried to keep the memories alive.
“That sounds great, honey,” he said, put the heavy backpack on the floor and took off his old coat.
“Give me a moment, I need to talk with Mr. Marcus first. Then you can tell me more about your day.”