Fic: Lint

[artisticabandon]

Title: Lint
Characters: Dick Grayson
Rating: G
Word Count: 151 words
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use.
Summary: Jackets and pockets and nameless strangers.

There was a ball of lint inside the jacket pocket.

It wasn't his jacket. It was...just a jacket. Someone else's. Too fancy. Not his. Someone...nameless. Just a face in the crowd. But there was a ball of lint in the pocket. Just a little bit. He could feel it, rolling around, in the pocket between his fingers.

There was a lot of faces in the crowd tonight. Had been a lot of faces. So many faces. Swarming all over him. Touching him. Talking at him. And somehow he had ended up with this jacket, with the ball of lint in its pocket. Over his co...over his clothes.

Because what was a costume without...

There was a ball of lint inside the jacket pocket. Maybe, maybe if he kept rolling it, between his fingers, he'd find his way to the jacket's owner.

Maybe then someone would take him home.

Comments

[anthraciteowl.livejournal.com]

Poor Dick.You really captured his denial and his desperate confusion.

Well done!

[laramoon.livejournal.com]

aww! poor Dick! *hugs him* Excellent little vignette - you can totally feel how confused, and possibly scared/panicked he is.

[imagined-away.livejournal.com]

Very good
Poor little Dick -huggles-

[artisticabandon]

Thanks :) I just had this image stuck in my head of a boy sitting on a bench in a tux jacket and...yeah... It went on from there.

[artisticabandon]

Thanks :) Some lines just stick in your head and you just *have* to write them. That was one of them. It almost made *me* cry to write it!

[artisticabandon]

*hugs him too*

I'd be scared/panicked too if I'd lost everything. The hardest thing was trying to find words to fit the emotions, the image I had in my head. Sounds like I succeeded at least a little bit, so I'm happy! :)

[artisticabandon]

*hugs him too*

Thanks :)