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[Challenge #98: Disparate] Friends: 'Beautiful Life'
Title: 'Beautiful Life'
Fandom: Friends
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: PG
Word Count: 157
Characters/Pairings: Chandler Bing, Phoebe Buffay
Warnings: Brief mention of possible drug use
Notes: Crossposted togenprompt_bingo
Summary: Baffled, Chandler stared at her for a few minutes.
"I used to live in the suburbs," Phoebe blurted out.
Chandler blinked over his berry Danish. "Uh, come again?"
"Back a long, long time ago. The climate was so nice and cool, and the air was fresh and clean. And every child took themselves to school, because they were careful and responsible. They each chose their own transportation. My vehicle of choice was a gleaming chariot, pulled by two pegasi. Wow, was it a beautiful life," she mused, gazing off into space with a wistful smile.
Baffled, Chandler stared at her for a few minutes. Reality, and Phoebe's perception of it, were two desperately disparate concepts. But this seemed far and above her usual strangeness.
"Okay, Pheebs," he nervously chuckled. "Don't be offended by my asking. But what the hell kind of herbs are you smoking?"
She stared blankly at him. "You know I don't do that. Much. No, this was a dream I had last night."
Fandom: Friends
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedRating: PG
Word Count: 157
Characters/Pairings: Chandler Bing, Phoebe Buffay
Warnings: Brief mention of possible drug use
Notes: Crossposted to
genprompt_bingoSummary: Baffled, Chandler stared at her for a few minutes.
"I used to live in the suburbs," Phoebe blurted out.
Chandler blinked over his berry Danish. "Uh, come again?"
"Back a long, long time ago. The climate was so nice and cool, and the air was fresh and clean. And every child took themselves to school, because they were careful and responsible. They each chose their own transportation. My vehicle of choice was a gleaming chariot, pulled by two pegasi. Wow, was it a beautiful life," she mused, gazing off into space with a wistful smile.
Baffled, Chandler stared at her for a few minutes. Reality, and Phoebe's perception of it, were two desperately disparate concepts. But this seemed far and above her usual strangeness.
"Okay, Pheebs," he nervously chuckled. "Don't be offended by my asking. But what the hell kind of herbs are you smoking?"
She stared blankly at him. "You know I don't do that. Much. No, this was a dream I had last night."