Six Sentence Sunday
Apr. 14th, 2019 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogiewoogiebuglegalFrom my RBB, "Home is the Hunter"
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The music on the truck’s radio was low in the background, some jazz station out of NPR. It wasn’t the jazz from his time, not really, but he found that he liked it---similar enough to take the edge off the worst of his thoughts, new enough to remind him where he was. And so he let himself think of Bucky and Peggy for the first time. He knew Peggy was still alive, that she’d married a few years after his death, had a couple of kids even, but her marriage hadn’t survived past the mid-1950s and Peggy’s deepening involvement in what became SHIELD. He could call her, maybe, but did he even have the right after so long? She’d lived her life and it had been a full one, from what he could tell. And like Jim, she must be in her 90s now.
Like me.
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The music on the truck’s radio was low in the background, some jazz station out of NPR. It wasn’t the jazz from his time, not really, but he found that he liked it---similar enough to take the edge off the worst of his thoughts, new enough to remind him where he was. And so he let himself think of Bucky and Peggy for the first time. He knew Peggy was still alive, that she’d married a few years after his death, had a couple of kids even, but her marriage hadn’t survived past the mid-1950s and Peggy’s deepening involvement in what became SHIELD. He could call her, maybe, but did he even have the right after so long? She’d lived her life and it had been a full one, from what he could tell. And like Jim, she must be in her 90s now.
Like me.
