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Jun. 8th, 2006 05:42 pmI feel like a bad fan because I was not friended by dw_hate. Also I am failing to fic. But here is a DW drabble, which is tempting me to continue:
"Smile for the cameras, Ms Smith."
"Must I?" says Sarah, but she forces the corners of her mouth upwards anyway. "I'm dreading the captions," she mutters.
Harriet Jones chuckles. "Oh, I doubt this will be published," she says, and she's right enough; they are neither young nor scandalous.
Then the host hustles Sarah off the stage, and the next award is introduced, and Sarah returns to her seat to tolerate the backslapping of her colleagues. The Prime Minister catches Sarah's eye briefly, gives her a fleeting wry grimace, and Sarah replies with the most genuine smile she's felt all day.
"Smile for the cameras, Ms Smith."
"Must I?" says Sarah, but she forces the corners of her mouth upwards anyway. "I'm dreading the captions," she mutters.
Harriet Jones chuckles. "Oh, I doubt this will be published," she says, and she's right enough; they are neither young nor scandalous.
Then the host hustles Sarah off the stage, and the next award is introduced, and Sarah returns to her seat to tolerate the backslapping of her colleagues. The Prime Minister catches Sarah's eye briefly, gives her a fleeting wry grimace, and Sarah replies with the most genuine smile she's felt all day.
