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thuviaptarth) wrote2006-04-24 11:00 pm
thuviaptarth) wrote2006-04-24 11:00 pm
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[Ginger Snaps] Littering
I found some old notes on a Ginger Snaps story from early 2003, before the sequel came out; before I knew there was going to be a sequel, maybe. So: flashfiction from the past. Work-safe.
Littering
She hates this whole fucking town. Pretty houses, yapping dogs, neat lawns and neater sports fields. Grown-ups pasting on sickly smiles and the kids not bothering anymore. Poor Brigitte, they said at first, her sister, her boyfriend too. Even the other kids remade it into that at first, like Sam died for love and not for--whatever it was. Thinking himself a hero, liking virgins, not being able to take being told no.
Even dead, he kind of annoys her.
Did you give it up or were you holding out? Trina's best friend Marie hissed at her, her eyes red as Trina's had been when she looked at him. Everyone's assuming Trina's dead too. Body like Ginger's, too badly torn up to find. Deformed rabid wolf. Brigitte's sure not gonna argue.
Notes slipped in her locker: Where'd you hide the body, Brigitte?
They mean Ginger. Nobody thinks she has anything to do with Trina.
The notes are scrawled in red ink. She guesses they're too scared of pain to prick their fingers for blood. Wimps.
She crumples the notes up and throws them on the floor for the new janitor to pick up.
Littering
She hates this whole fucking town. Pretty houses, yapping dogs, neat lawns and neater sports fields. Grown-ups pasting on sickly smiles and the kids not bothering anymore. Poor Brigitte, they said at first, her sister, her boyfriend too. Even the other kids remade it into that at first, like Sam died for love and not for--whatever it was. Thinking himself a hero, liking virgins, not being able to take being told no.
Even dead, he kind of annoys her.
Did you give it up or were you holding out? Trina's best friend Marie hissed at her, her eyes red as Trina's had been when she looked at him. Everyone's assuming Trina's dead too. Body like Ginger's, too badly torn up to find. Deformed rabid wolf. Brigitte's sure not gonna argue.
Notes slipped in her locker: Where'd you hide the body, Brigitte?
They mean Ginger. Nobody thinks she has anything to do with Trina.
The notes are scrawled in red ink. She guesses they're too scared of pain to prick their fingers for blood. Wimps.
She crumples the notes up and throws them on the floor for the new janitor to pick up.