To Wish Upon the Wings of a Bird
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack
372 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:
Everyone has a past, a childhood full of memories and potential. Some people spend a lifetime figuring out what they want to do. Some know right from the start. Written for the weekly drabble challenge at
writerverse. Prompt: childhood.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Summer 1957, somewhere in rural Minnesota
Little Johnny squatted near the edge of the pond, a long stick in one hand. He was all dirty face and scabby knees, tanned from head to foot, clothed only in cutoff jeans and a torn t-shirt. He rubbed at the sunburn on his neck, poking a fish with the stick. He watched as it quickly changed direction, trying to remember what his grampa had told him about fishing.
( more little Jack cuteness )
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack
372 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:
Everyone has a past, a childhood full of memories and potential. Some people spend a lifetime figuring out what they want to do. Some know right from the start. Written for the weekly drabble challenge at
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don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Summer 1957, somewhere in rural Minnesota
Little Johnny squatted near the edge of the pond, a long stick in one hand. He was all dirty face and scabby knees, tanned from head to foot, clothed only in cutoff jeans and a torn t-shirt. He rubbed at the sunburn on his neck, poking a fish with the stick. He watched as it quickly changed direction, trying to remember what his grampa had told him about fishing.
( more little Jack cuteness )