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vr_trakowski) wrote2021-02-07 01:27 am
vr_trakowski) wrote2021-02-07 01:27 am
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I am having one of those moments where a fragment of fiction has surfaced in my head, offering up detail but completely refusing to let me remember what it's from. The last time this happened it was a bit from the 1999 Mummy film, and took me days to work out.
This time it's a young man in a garden at night, speaking with his mother. They're at odds, somehow, but they're not fighting; and when he leaves her, he folds her hand around a rose, from which he has stripped the thorns. Is it a Regency romance? Fanfic? Fantasy? I can't tell. It's not new, certainly.
This time it's a young man in a garden at night, speaking with his mother. They're at odds, somehow, but they're not fighting; and when he leaves her, he folds her hand around a rose, from which he has stripped the thorns. Is it a Regency romance? Fanfic? Fantasy? I can't tell. It's not new, certainly.