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Title: Jazz Funeral Author: seraC Email: seraphcelene[at]yahoo[dot]com A/N: 100 words written for the Farscape Friday Sensory Overload BPAL Challenge. We had to choose a BPAl scent and write according to the title for the BPAL on sensory overload. I think I managed the first part of the challenge. Set post-Peacekeeper Wars. Rating: G Archiving: House of Leaves. Everyone else please ask. Summary: He did ramble. Feedback: Is like air, highly necessary. Disclaimer: Farscape and all related characters belong to Henson Co, Sci-Fi channel, David Kemper and sundry others. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise. John tried to explain: a big, black casket and black horses wearing plumes. White cotton gloves and ragtime music cutting the air into shreds. The keening wail or mourners and funeral dirges as they walk the broken streets beneath the spread of oak and willow trees into a stone-silent cemetery. If they hadn’t left the body behind. He tried to explain to Chiana and Aeryn. “I get it, but I don’t feel much like celebrating,” Chiana whispered into the curve of his neck. John held her while she cried, and instead of a jazz funeral he named his son D‘Argo. end |