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Title: A Day in the Park
Fandom: due South
Pairing: none, Fraser and Kowalski gen
Rating: G
Length: 300 words
Prompts: grass, blanket, ice cream from [community profile] dsc6dsnippets

Author’s Notes: Con-crit is welcome. This is my first posted snippet. (I have others waiting for the next amnesty challenge.) I was going for an atmospheric piece, but I think I had a hard time cramming all of their not-doing-much-of-anything into a paragraph so the pace may be stilted toward the end. I think an extra hundred words would have done me nicely.


Spring had sprung in Chicago, and people all over the city were enjoying the fine weather. Benton Fraser was not one of them. No, he was stuck in his cramped office, boxes towering around him, working on recopying the forms Turnbull had spilled tea all over after a startle. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, Ray swept in, undoubtedly having availed himself of his VISA yet again to gain entry into the locked consulate.

“Frase, it’s a Saturday. What are you doing working?” Ray asked, setting down, of all things, a sheet.

“There’s a luncheon with foreign dignitaries tomorrow, and Inspector Thatcher wants these forms completed by Monday.”

“So do ‘em tonight. We’re going to the park.” Ray seemed to think matters were settled and called for Dief.

Fraser hemmed and hawed a bit about the evils of procrastination, but in the end, Ray’s persistence (“this is the first nice day we’ve had in months”) and his own desire to get out won.

They walked to the park and claimed a patch of land in the middle of a sun-filled, grassy area. Ray spread the sheet out over the ground. While not the traditional red and white checked blanket of the movies, it was sufficient for their needs. Fraser laid on his stomach and breathed in the scent of not-quite-fresh air and grass. Ray leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out, face to the sky and soaked in the sunshine. He glanced at Dief happily chasing squirrels and laughed. They bought ice cream from a passing vendor and traded stories from the springtimes of their youth. When they finally left, their skin was rosy and warm. Fraser’s mood was far more relaxed, and that paperwork? It could wait until the morning. There was hockey on.


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