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Breaking Bread by Danny Bailey [PG]
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: gen, Peeta Mellark, Haymitch Abernathy
Length: 1907 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Author on FFN
Why this must be read: Regardless of fandom, fic that can easily slip into canon are my personal favorites, and this story is no different. It's the morning of Reaping Day for the 74th Hunger Games and while Katniss and Gale spend time in the woods, Peeta mans the storefront of the Mellark family bakery. Reaping Day means different things to different people. For most, it's a day to dread while for the more opportunistic minded, it's a way to make a quick buck. This story is peppered with subtle details that resonates with anyone who is familiar with the books. We know where these characters will be by the end of the day and that makes the story even more poignant.
Before the silence had time to settle, the bell rang again. Fennel Marsh strolled through the door, his shoes squeaking and his cologne smelling pungent and cheap. "I got me these shoes on credit," he announced into the silence. "Yes sir," he rubbed his hands together briskly and smiled at Peeta and Haymitch, "even Dougherty knows I'm gonna make a bundle today. I've got eighty-seven coin on Gale Hawthorne to go. Can you believe I got six people to lay their money against that kid?"
He hooted and started to laugh, and Peeta thought that maybe he was the only person in the room was was not drunk. "Any takers," Fennel asked once his laughter had died down. "If you're feeling lucky you could go with an underdog. Joan Vervain's a good choice. She's sitting right in the middle. Not too much risk. Not a bad payoff. Whaddaya say?"
Breaking Bread by Danny Bailey
Pairing: gen, Peeta Mellark, Haymitch Abernathy
Length: 1907 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Author on FFN
Why this must be read: Regardless of fandom, fic that can easily slip into canon are my personal favorites, and this story is no different. It's the morning of Reaping Day for the 74th Hunger Games and while Katniss and Gale spend time in the woods, Peeta mans the storefront of the Mellark family bakery. Reaping Day means different things to different people. For most, it's a day to dread while for the more opportunistic minded, it's a way to make a quick buck. This story is peppered with subtle details that resonates with anyone who is familiar with the books. We know where these characters will be by the end of the day and that makes the story even more poignant.
Before the silence had time to settle, the bell rang again. Fennel Marsh strolled through the door, his shoes squeaking and his cologne smelling pungent and cheap. "I got me these shoes on credit," he announced into the silence. "Yes sir," he rubbed his hands together briskly and smiled at Peeta and Haymitch, "even Dougherty knows I'm gonna make a bundle today. I've got eighty-seven coin on Gale Hawthorne to go. Can you believe I got six people to lay their money against that kid?"
He hooted and started to laugh, and Peeta thought that maybe he was the only person in the room was was not drunk. "Any takers," Fennel asked once his laughter had died down. "If you're feeling lucky you could go with an underdog. Joan Vervain's a good choice. She's sitting right in the middle. Not too much risk. Not a bad payoff. Whaddaya say?"
Breaking Bread by Danny Bailey