Half-drabble: To Rust Unburnished

[curuchamion]

Okay, here goes. I'm not going to say much in defence of this, except it was written a while back when I was depressed and (as usual) I don't really know if it's much good.

Title: To Rust Unburnished
Summary: Stargate SG-1, Tin Man ep tag. Robo!Jack muses on what he's lost.
Notes: Gen, rated PG for Jackish language. 50 words. Title from Tennyson's Ulysses, which is An Awesome Poem.



It's the little stuff I miss the worst. Things I’d’ve thought I'd be happy to lose.

I miss the taste of stale MREs at oh-dark-thirty... the way my team smells after three days offworld with no showers... Janet's needles jabbing my ass every time I come--

--came home.

Comments

[paian]

These ring so true -- all the visceral, fleshly things, the scents and sensations that told him he was human and alive. Yowch.

Glad you wrote and shared!