K Is for Kiln
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maychorianFandom: Stargate SG-1
Title: K Is for Kiln
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Jack O’Neill
Category: Gen
Rating: K/G
Spoilers: SG-1 4.06, “Window of Opportunity”
Summary: A moment of time in a day that never ends. Missing scene from “Window of Opportunity.”
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don’t I wish.
Author’s Note: My first drabble! Written for Jack Alpha-Bits at Gen Fic Day on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sg_fignewton’s journal. Go and read and love! The Complete Alpha-Bits.
K Is for Kiln
Jack molded the clay in his hands, slick, soft, pliable, curling past his fingers with the turning of the wheel. The sensation of wet clay was immediate and real, coating his fingers, filling his nostrils with the smell of earth, the smell of his home. The act of forming a useful vessel from shapeless matter was satisfying, the creation of something good from a mass of potential.
But there would never be a kiln for this beautiful pot, never a permanence to its making. Every day, he started anew. Every day, his work was undone.
The constant loss was terrible.
Title: K Is for Kiln
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Jack O’Neill
Category: Gen
Rating: K/G
Spoilers: SG-1 4.06, “Window of Opportunity”
Summary: A moment of time in a day that never ends. Missing scene from “Window of Opportunity.”
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don’t I wish.
Author’s Note: My first drabble! Written for Jack Alpha-Bits at Gen Fic Day on
sg_fignewton’s journal. Go and read and love! The Complete Alpha-Bits.K Is for Kiln
Jack molded the clay in his hands, slick, soft, pliable, curling past his fingers with the turning of the wheel. The sensation of wet clay was immediate and real, coating his fingers, filling his nostrils with the smell of earth, the smell of his home. The act of forming a useful vessel from shapeless matter was satisfying, the creation of something good from a mass of potential.
But there would never be a kiln for this beautiful pot, never a permanence to its making. Every day, he started anew. Every day, his work was undone.
The constant loss was terrible.
