3SF, briefly

[violsva]

threesentenceficathon is still running, but I wrote one (1) fic and one (1) prompt and then stopped. I'm not sure why, writing in general has been going well, but oh well. Here it is.

any, any, snow day!

The new monarchs of Narnia had seen only the very tail-end of the Long Winter, but their subjects’ memories were almost entirely filled with snow and ice; only the oldest Trees and Centaurs, and a few of those who had been turned into statues, could remember a time before the endless cold. For the first few years of their reigns the English children deferred to their subjects’ remembered pain, and kept their own joy at snow private; there was no celebratory feeling in the country during the winter, and even Christmas was a somewhat solemn time, full of hope for spring.

But after a few years the first generation of children after the Witch’s reign grew old enough to play in the snow, and when Peter saw Lucy staring longingly out the window at the snowflakes with a litter of fox cubs, he fetched coats and mittens and took them all outside, saying, “Come on, we can’t let a whole season be all serious,” and threw a snowball just over Lucy’s head.

Recs, all about cats:

Narnia, any, "self portrait"

And my prompt: Any, Any cat, starving!!

Comments

[hitchhiker]

I like it :)