ext_15884 (
hobsonphile.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-12-02 12:09 pm
Grey by Swing_Set
Now for a few Frank recs:
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing: None.
Length: roughly 400 words
Rating: G
Author on LJ:
swing_set
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Frank is a difficult character to write, but
swing_set manages a pitch perfect interpretation in a few spare words. Here is a Frank who is petty and resentful - and also lonely.
“Ambulance get her?”
He didn't know why he was so interested. Maybe it was because he'd had one once too. Black and white. He'd called her Mitsy till his brother laughed, and after that it was George.
“Nope.” Henry bent and placed her carefully in the white material. “I think she ran away.” He straightened up and kicked dust over the stain, holding the bundle gingerly.
“Right, Frank?”
Frank had his mouth open to argue before he caught the look Henry was throwing him.
Light dawned.
“Oh. Oh, right.” He smiled, nodding quickly. “Ran away. I didn’t see anything at all.”
Henry gave him a funny look. For some reason no one ever smiled back at him.
“Okay. Thanks Frank.” He looked around again. “I'm gonna go get rid of this.”
Frank was still grinning, usually no one ever let him in on anything that was going on around here.
“Oh and Frank?” Henry turned back towards him, head a little to one side, eyes hard. “You tell him and I'll hang your keyster from the flag pole.”
Grey
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing: None.
Length: roughly 400 words
Rating: G
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Frank is a difficult character to write, but
“Ambulance get her?”
He didn't know why he was so interested. Maybe it was because he'd had one once too. Black and white. He'd called her Mitsy till his brother laughed, and after that it was George.
“Nope.” Henry bent and placed her carefully in the white material. “I think she ran away.” He straightened up and kicked dust over the stain, holding the bundle gingerly.
“Right, Frank?”
Frank had his mouth open to argue before he caught the look Henry was throwing him.
Light dawned.
“Oh. Oh, right.” He smiled, nodding quickly. “Ran away. I didn’t see anything at all.”
Henry gave him a funny look. For some reason no one ever smiled back at him.
“Okay. Thanks Frank.” He looked around again. “I'm gonna go get rid of this.”
Frank was still grinning, usually no one ever let him in on anything that was going on around here.
“Oh and Frank?” Henry turned back towards him, head a little to one side, eyes hard. “You tell him and I'll hang your keyster from the flag pole.”
Grey
