Originally posted Oct. 3, 2011
I said: I’m going to write one flash for every Icon I have, over 4 LJ accounts, 1 DW, and a whole bunch of not-currently-in-use, until I get bored or run out of icons. (spoilers: I never finished)
Generally used for reading-and-writing-stuff
Icon by sunlitdays
Planners ‘verse, pre-apoc.
Anna set down her glasses and pushed aside the heavy leather-bound book she’d been working on. The copy wouldn’t have quite the same thick tactile feel as the original – they could take the time to scan, OCR, print, and bind copies of books that were falling into dust, but not to letterpress print them. There were too many books to save for that – but it could be read without destroying it, so its knowledge would not be lost.
She ran her thumb over the gold-leafed spine. Somewhere, someone in the Family thought that this information was worth saving, worth her time to bind and Janelle’s to scan and edit. But after hours dealing with rich leather and dry text, she was craving something a little more juicy and a little less weighty. She stretched, popping her back in three places, and, with a silent apology to the text on windmill construction, headed for the door.
A twenty-minute walk (and a cup of coffee and two doughnuts; it had been a hard day) later, she was nestled in the back corner of her favorite second-hand book store, surrounded in piles of paperbacks and gleefully searching for the trashiest supernatural romance she could find. The proprietor, a grubby, grumpy man named Rick who usually set aside centuries-old wrecks for her, was cheerfully pulling trash from his shelves.
“This one should be good,” he offered, handing her a cover with a leather-pants-clad woman with a tramp stamp and decorative claw marks. “Enjoy.”