The neighborhood tree
Nov. 1st, 2006 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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mini_nanowrimo for the prompt #1. I don't know how this turned into Rodney fic, albeit a mellower version of the McKay we know and love. Slight spoilers for "McKay & Mrs. Miller" and implied ones for "The Return part 1".
Neighborhood Tree
No one can remember a time when the gnarled old tree wasn't in the park outside our apartment building. The old barber remembered playing under the tree when he was younger.
The roots are almost as big as the tree itself. I can't remember how many times I've fallen over those roots, usually playing with my sister Jeannie. I didn't run that well when I was a kid, but I was older and I always thought that if I managed a good head start, she wouldn't catch me. Of course she always did, because that's what baby sisters do. They live to embarrass their older brothers.
The tree protected me. I hid behind its large trunk when I thought someone could find me. I would wait until the coast was clear and lean against that trunk with a relieved sigh. I'd sit and read physics textbooks and planned my great escape from this Canadian backwater. I wanted to explore. I wanted to discover things. I was content to escape as far as the tree.
I've never been back to see the old tree. I'll have to ask Jeannie sometime if she's taken Maddie to see it. I assume it's still there. Some things survive, even if others aren't meant to.
mini_nanowrimo for the prompt #1. I don't know how this turned into Rodney fic, albeit a mellower version of the McKay we know and love. Slight spoilers for "McKay & Mrs. Miller" and implied ones for "The Return part 1".Neighborhood Tree
No one can remember a time when the gnarled old tree wasn't in the park outside our apartment building. The old barber remembered playing under the tree when he was younger.
The roots are almost as big as the tree itself. I can't remember how many times I've fallen over those roots, usually playing with my sister Jeannie. I didn't run that well when I was a kid, but I was older and I always thought that if I managed a good head start, she wouldn't catch me. Of course she always did, because that's what baby sisters do. They live to embarrass their older brothers.
The tree protected me. I hid behind its large trunk when I thought someone could find me. I would wait until the coast was clear and lean against that trunk with a relieved sigh. I'd sit and read physics textbooks and planned my great escape from this Canadian backwater. I wanted to explore. I wanted to discover things. I was content to escape as far as the tree.
I've never been back to see the old tree. I'll have to ask Jeannie sometime if she's taken Maddie to see it. I assume it's still there. Some things survive, even if others aren't meant to.
