Capitol Peeta

So this one’s an old fan fic that self wrote last Christmas (Christmas because — what else is there to do when everyone’s going Holiday shopping and self is just bored out of her mind listening to Christmas carols all day?). It’s a very dark story, but for some reason, despite its being so dark, the appeal has continued to endure and she still gets hits for it. Like today.

It’s 48 chapters, 52,000 words.

On one of Capitol Peeta’s visits back home to 12, he broaches the idea of expanding the family bakery: “putting in chairs and tables so that people can sit and relax while they have their coffee or tea. Expand the menu. Savory pies would be good and — who would his father trade with for the meat? It would have to be with one of the hunters from the Seam.”

Peeta’s father says: “Son, is this — all this — because of her?”

This is what’s running inside Peeta’s head (and self got the idea for the paragraph all in one rush, completely un-edited):

Classmates in school. That was a long time ago now, Peeta. Singing of The Valley Song. Knowing his father loved his mother once. Watching Gale get closer. Himself being reaped. Working. The Capitol. Seeing her occasionally in the town or at the Hob. Feeling fresh desire. Knowing Gale’s temper. Witnessing Gale’s temper. The scrawny little boy who calls her Mother. The hard winter.

Sometimes, self imagines the Capitol looking something like this:

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The New York City High Line: December 2015

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

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