Hello! Yep, I'm starting another story though this will be sporadic. This is in response from a challenge on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. Any fandom was allowed, and I instantly thought of Labyrinth when I saw the challenge.
This will be fifty chapters, each a different one-shot for a different prompt. I'm leaning towards making this drabble-esque but perhaps a few will be longer. These won't be exactly connected unless I mention it – these are just each a short J/S piece of writing.
And I think that's everything – shall the storytelling begin?
Prompt One: Sail
At yet another one of her mother's parties, young Sarah dangled her feet over the edge of the sail boat. Her toes were far above the rippling water yet the breeze running through the spaces between her toes tickled pleasantly. The sun beating down on her face made her giggle and that was how the tall man found her.
"Are you one of Mother's friends?" she asked the strange man. Her mother had told her to be polite to all of her friends. Her mother had gone and bustled about, lounging on Jeremy's arm.
"No," he said rather pleasantly. The man stared at her as if lost in thought
She put her head to the side and thought for a moment at that. He made no answer yet just stood there in suit and hair loose like a lion's mane.
With no other thought of what to do, Sarah asked, "Have you sat of the edge of the boat like this?" She motioned towards her bare feet. Her white stockings and shoes lay on the swaying boat's deck. Her mother hadn't given her permission to do that yet they were all down off at the stern as they sipped there champagne and nibbled on cocktails.
The strange man shook his head. Sarah pitied him at that. "Then you must!" She jumped up and grabbed his hand – it was gloved yet Sarah paid no notice. Her mother's friends were an odd lot – even if this man said he wasn't one of them.
She tugged at his hand, and he complied sitting on the edge and letting her pull off his tall boots and his stockings. Sarah stuffed them in his boots, before having him turn and dangle his long toes over the edge.
His legs were much longer than hers yet they didn't reach the water. Sarah could have gone back to the ecstasy of the breeze between her little toes but instead looked at the man's face.
He had his eyes closed as the sun beat down on his pale face. A look of contentment was on his face – it didn't look like it was there often. The water slapping against the side of the boat was a calm rhythm as he sighed and turned to young Sarah.
She smiled at him. "It's nice, isn't it?"
"Very," he said. "It's very nice."
They sat like that for the rest of the morning party. Oddly enough, her mother never came looking for her until her friends were long gone and the boat was docked. When she did arrive she found her daughter, clutching a red book to her breast. A look of puzzlement was on her face.
It wasn't until after her mother brought her back to her father that she realized what she had forgotten – to ask for the man's name.
And what do you think? Was Sarah cute, or oblivious? Was Jareth being creepy showing up then or devoted? Please take the time to review and let me know!
Updated 4-18-08: It's suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to put in a disclaimer. In case any of the Hensons, Lucases, or Frouds are out there and reading this - I own nothing. I don't even own the prompts!