Post by dianahawthorne on Mar 27, 2009 19:44:34 GMT -5
Title: Jean
Word Count: 1977 words
Rating: T
Summary: 100 sentences about Jean Brodie, from her perspective or from the perspectives of Teddy Lloyd, Gordon Lowther, and Miss Mackay.
She catches his eyes across the table at a faculty meeting and she is lost forever in their dark brown depths.
Poised just before their first kiss, she knows that this is the turning point of their relationship – there’s no going back.
His relationship with Sandy ends and she is fired and she’s tempted to take back her place in his bed at long long last but she can’t.
Her heart is far more vulnerable than she leads him to believe.
She is perfect to him and while she may not be conventionally beautiful he believes she is and he wants to paint her.
The time ticks by to the end of the day and she emerges triumphantly from the dingy buildings of Marcia Blaine into the autumn sunshine.
The week passes slowly and she rejoices in the fact that soon her likeness will be etched onto the windows of time by Teddy Lloyd.
After he paints her and they tumble into bed she lives in a state of perpetual anxiety until she leaves for Italy where her worries blow away like the wind over the canals of Venice.
The three months school is not in session are lonely for her – her girls are gone and she has no one, so she travels the world.
Years after she is dismissed she looks back and wishes that she had never become a teacher at Marcia Blaine.
The autumn leaves this year are the most beautiful shade of crimson; they fall about her like drops of blood from the skies.
Sunset – that’s your moment, he whispers to her and she turns to him as the orange sun is swallowed by the ocean.
Her hair is golden and he wishes that Gordon Lowther wasn’t the one to see her wake up in the mornings, her hair dishevelled and shining against the white pillowcase.
The green tartan sheets on his bed are soon rumpled as he presses her down among them.
Her eyes are blue like the ocean, Gordon thinks, and certainly contain hidden depths like the sea.
Purple is her favourite colour and Miss Mackay believes she has delusions of grandeur.
His eyes are brown and soft and loving – she’s the only one who sees them like this.
She always believes she looks washed-out in black but when Mary dies she sets aside her vanity – for a day, at least.
The clean, crisp pages of her ledger at the beginning of the school year never cease to make her happy.
The crystal champagne flutes catch the last rays of sunlight as they toast to their one-year anniversary.
She’s never made friends amongst her colleagues as they are too insipid or close-minded to look upon her with any seriousness.
Miss Mackay and Miss Gaunt will never defeat her – not while she is in her prime.
She’s had many lovers but none since Hugh have had a place in her heart like Teddy.
She wants a family but it’s too late by the time she is forced to prematurely retire so she resigns herself to the fact that she’ll be alone forever.
At times she doesn’t know Sandy at all.
“Team spirit is always employed to cut across individualism,” she tells her girls, because it is true and she wants them to be aware that to be different is perfectly acceptable and indeed preferable to her way of thinking.
Her parents raised her to believe that she could do anything as long as she was true to herself.
Her girls are the only children she’ll ever have because the man she wants to father her children is married.
The next time he kisses her the birth of a new feeling of resentment and longing and love forces her to push him away.
When she dies at fifty six his name is on her lips as it has been for the last twenty-odd years.
The sun rises and she looks infinitely different than the woman he tumbled into bed with last night – different and even more beautiful – she is his now.
The setting sun is deceptive – it allows her to believe that he is really Teddy.
Her love for him overflows and swamps her – no man has ever affected her this way before.
Though she’s sleeping with him she doesn’t love him nearly enough and she resents that Teddy has such a claim over her affections, especially as he can’t return them.
She feels him watching her but doesn’t turn around – she can’t meet his eyes because then she’ll fall back into his arms.
She’s never able to smell paint again without being transported to that night at the studio.
His voice is soothing but not soothing enough to relieve of her heartache.
He runs his hands along her body as though he’s dreamed of this day and he has – she has too.
He tastes of cheap red wine and though the taste would normally disgust her it’s Teddy and she doesn’t mind.
His eyes trace the lines of her body quite often but she’s never sure whether it’s the artist or the man appraising her.
His shape is far different from Teddy’s and she’s glad of that – she can’t bear any more reminders of the man who holds her heart.
She loves Teddy and at times Gordon while they both love her – she’s never been good at geometry and she doesn’t know how she’s trapped herself in this triangle.
Avoiding the conventions of daily life has become somewhat of a habit for her.
Her love for him has a beginning but no end.
The moon is inconstant, like her love for Gordon, but the moon shines with far more splendour.
She sees a shooting star and wishes that Teddy will love her.
Her heart first belonged to Hugh and then he died and anyway Teddy has a far more permanent hold on her affections.
She sees the diamond glinting on Heather Lockhart’s finger and knows it could have been hers, if only she hadn’t been in love with Teddy.
In cartomancy clubs mean war and it seems appropriate to always draw a club when she’s thinking of Miss Mackay.
She’s always had ambition in spades, something that annoys Miss Mackay to no end.
The water laps at her feet as she wanders the beaches of Cramond, Gordon close by her side like a faithful dog.
Their passion, as clichéd as it sounds, was like fire – burning everything it touched.
He was solid and reliable like the earth but the earth was not fertile enough for her love for him to flourish.
The air seems charged with electricity whenever they are near each other.
She’s always had an artistic spirit and so does he and perhaps that’s why she falls so hard and so fast for him.
Breakfast with Gordon is never a comfortable affair – she’s not at her best in the morning and the last thing she wants to do is listen to him speak.
She likes having picnic lunches with her girls outside – she does not get enough time outside and the safe shade of the oak tree promises to keep her heartbreak at bay.
Dinners at Cramond are tiresome affairs because she knows that after they have cleared away their dishes it will be time for bed.
She enjoys cooking and finds it’s the only way to keep her mind off Teddy.
The only time she ever drinks red wine after that night at the studio is right before she sleeps with Gordon for the first time.
The desolate landscape of Edinburgh matches the emptiness in her heart.
Spring has always been her least favourite season – the new life surrounding her sharply reminds her she’ll never have children of her own.
The heat of the summer doesn’t melt her love for him – if anything, it strengthens it.
For her, autumn is the only season without unpleasant associations.
It’s not a passing affection as she wishes but an institution as enduring as Mt. Everest.
It’s raining and while Gordon attempts to convince her to come inside she shakes her head and laughs, dancing and spinning and twirling, experiencing the first genuine bit of happiness since Teddy left her at the studio that morning.
She makes snow angels at his estate at Cramond and while Gordon refuses to engage in something so childish she pulls him down into the snow with her.
“Colpo di fulmine” is Italian for love at first sight and that’s how she feels about Teddy.
Thunder makes her jump and move closer to Gordon which he likes and she doesn’t.
Summer storms come quickly and leave quickly and she thinks that her love for Teddy will be like that – but it’s not.
He leaves her that morning without saying goodbye and breaks her heart.
Her heart will never be mended and though she makes many attempts to fix it – including beginning an affair with Gordon Lowther – nothing works.
She shies away from the light after he leaves her as right now she can’t bear to have her inadequacies aired to her or the world.
His life is dark after he leaves her because he realises that he’s made a horrible mistake in choosing his wife over the woman he loves.
The shade of the oak tree at Marcia Blaine has always been a comfort to her – neither Teddy nor Miss Mackay nor anyone else can touch her there.
Who knows the sorrows of love better than she?
What did she do to deserve the embarrassment and heartache of being left alone the morning after?
Where in Edinburgh is there a place that doesn’t remind her of Teddy?
When she was eighteen she loved Hugh but now, fifteen years later, she loves Teddy.
Why is she so unlucky in love?
How can she go on without Teddy and without her job at Marcia Blaine?
If only she had met him before he had married Deirdre – how different her life would have been!
He is wonderful in so many ways and horrible in others but she loves him all the same.
She is perfect and manipulative and clever and he loves her with all his heart and soul.
She has the choice between being the mistress of a married man who left her after their first and only night together and the mistress of a man who is devoted to her – she chooses the latter.
Life has always been cruel to her but she tries to enjoy her few fleeting moments of happiness.
She became a teacher because it was the only way to flee to Edinburgh from Ayrshire after Hugh died.
Marcia Blaine is where she belongs though they don’t want her there.
Her home has always been Edinburgh though her rather loose morals would be less out-of-place in France or America.
He visits her in the nursing home on her fifty-sixth birthday and holds her hand and that’s when she knows he still loves her nearly thirty years later.
All she can imagine during her first Christmas with Gordon is Teddy opening presents with his family.
Americans are the only ones who celebrate Thanksgiving every year and she’s glad of that – right now she doesn’t have much to be thankful for.
Her independence used to be a blessing but then she fell in love and now it’s a curse.
Auld Lang Synge has never made her cry before, but everything before Teddy was different.
Every cliché about love seems to apply to them.
As she lies dying she wonders why her life has to end like this.
Her girls are all she has left after she is dismissed from Marcia Blaine – her girls and her enduring love for Teddy Lloyd.
When she hears he’s getting married she’s hurt that he wouldn’t even tell her himself.
It’s never over for them – never has been, never will be.
Word Count: 1977 words
Rating: T
Summary: 100 sentences about Jean Brodie, from her perspective or from the perspectives of Teddy Lloyd, Gordon Lowther, and Miss Mackay.
She catches his eyes across the table at a faculty meeting and she is lost forever in their dark brown depths.
Poised just before their first kiss, she knows that this is the turning point of their relationship – there’s no going back.
His relationship with Sandy ends and she is fired and she’s tempted to take back her place in his bed at long long last but she can’t.
Her heart is far more vulnerable than she leads him to believe.
She is perfect to him and while she may not be conventionally beautiful he believes she is and he wants to paint her.
The time ticks by to the end of the day and she emerges triumphantly from the dingy buildings of Marcia Blaine into the autumn sunshine.
The week passes slowly and she rejoices in the fact that soon her likeness will be etched onto the windows of time by Teddy Lloyd.
After he paints her and they tumble into bed she lives in a state of perpetual anxiety until she leaves for Italy where her worries blow away like the wind over the canals of Venice.
The three months school is not in session are lonely for her – her girls are gone and she has no one, so she travels the world.
Years after she is dismissed she looks back and wishes that she had never become a teacher at Marcia Blaine.
The autumn leaves this year are the most beautiful shade of crimson; they fall about her like drops of blood from the skies.
Sunset – that’s your moment, he whispers to her and she turns to him as the orange sun is swallowed by the ocean.
Her hair is golden and he wishes that Gordon Lowther wasn’t the one to see her wake up in the mornings, her hair dishevelled and shining against the white pillowcase.
The green tartan sheets on his bed are soon rumpled as he presses her down among them.
Her eyes are blue like the ocean, Gordon thinks, and certainly contain hidden depths like the sea.
Purple is her favourite colour and Miss Mackay believes she has delusions of grandeur.
His eyes are brown and soft and loving – she’s the only one who sees them like this.
She always believes she looks washed-out in black but when Mary dies she sets aside her vanity – for a day, at least.
The clean, crisp pages of her ledger at the beginning of the school year never cease to make her happy.
The crystal champagne flutes catch the last rays of sunlight as they toast to their one-year anniversary.
She’s never made friends amongst her colleagues as they are too insipid or close-minded to look upon her with any seriousness.
Miss Mackay and Miss Gaunt will never defeat her – not while she is in her prime.
She’s had many lovers but none since Hugh have had a place in her heart like Teddy.
She wants a family but it’s too late by the time she is forced to prematurely retire so she resigns herself to the fact that she’ll be alone forever.
At times she doesn’t know Sandy at all.
“Team spirit is always employed to cut across individualism,” she tells her girls, because it is true and she wants them to be aware that to be different is perfectly acceptable and indeed preferable to her way of thinking.
Her parents raised her to believe that she could do anything as long as she was true to herself.
Her girls are the only children she’ll ever have because the man she wants to father her children is married.
The next time he kisses her the birth of a new feeling of resentment and longing and love forces her to push him away.
When she dies at fifty six his name is on her lips as it has been for the last twenty-odd years.
The sun rises and she looks infinitely different than the woman he tumbled into bed with last night – different and even more beautiful – she is his now.
The setting sun is deceptive – it allows her to believe that he is really Teddy.
Her love for him overflows and swamps her – no man has ever affected her this way before.
Though she’s sleeping with him she doesn’t love him nearly enough and she resents that Teddy has such a claim over her affections, especially as he can’t return them.
She feels him watching her but doesn’t turn around – she can’t meet his eyes because then she’ll fall back into his arms.
She’s never able to smell paint again without being transported to that night at the studio.
His voice is soothing but not soothing enough to relieve of her heartache.
He runs his hands along her body as though he’s dreamed of this day and he has – she has too.
He tastes of cheap red wine and though the taste would normally disgust her it’s Teddy and she doesn’t mind.
His eyes trace the lines of her body quite often but she’s never sure whether it’s the artist or the man appraising her.
His shape is far different from Teddy’s and she’s glad of that – she can’t bear any more reminders of the man who holds her heart.
She loves Teddy and at times Gordon while they both love her – she’s never been good at geometry and she doesn’t know how she’s trapped herself in this triangle.
Avoiding the conventions of daily life has become somewhat of a habit for her.
Her love for him has a beginning but no end.
The moon is inconstant, like her love for Gordon, but the moon shines with far more splendour.
She sees a shooting star and wishes that Teddy will love her.
Her heart first belonged to Hugh and then he died and anyway Teddy has a far more permanent hold on her affections.
She sees the diamond glinting on Heather Lockhart’s finger and knows it could have been hers, if only she hadn’t been in love with Teddy.
In cartomancy clubs mean war and it seems appropriate to always draw a club when she’s thinking of Miss Mackay.
She’s always had ambition in spades, something that annoys Miss Mackay to no end.
The water laps at her feet as she wanders the beaches of Cramond, Gordon close by her side like a faithful dog.
Their passion, as clichéd as it sounds, was like fire – burning everything it touched.
He was solid and reliable like the earth but the earth was not fertile enough for her love for him to flourish.
The air seems charged with electricity whenever they are near each other.
She’s always had an artistic spirit and so does he and perhaps that’s why she falls so hard and so fast for him.
Breakfast with Gordon is never a comfortable affair – she’s not at her best in the morning and the last thing she wants to do is listen to him speak.
She likes having picnic lunches with her girls outside – she does not get enough time outside and the safe shade of the oak tree promises to keep her heartbreak at bay.
Dinners at Cramond are tiresome affairs because she knows that after they have cleared away their dishes it will be time for bed.
She enjoys cooking and finds it’s the only way to keep her mind off Teddy.
The only time she ever drinks red wine after that night at the studio is right before she sleeps with Gordon for the first time.
The desolate landscape of Edinburgh matches the emptiness in her heart.
Spring has always been her least favourite season – the new life surrounding her sharply reminds her she’ll never have children of her own.
The heat of the summer doesn’t melt her love for him – if anything, it strengthens it.
For her, autumn is the only season without unpleasant associations.
It’s not a passing affection as she wishes but an institution as enduring as Mt. Everest.
It’s raining and while Gordon attempts to convince her to come inside she shakes her head and laughs, dancing and spinning and twirling, experiencing the first genuine bit of happiness since Teddy left her at the studio that morning.
She makes snow angels at his estate at Cramond and while Gordon refuses to engage in something so childish she pulls him down into the snow with her.
“Colpo di fulmine” is Italian for love at first sight and that’s how she feels about Teddy.
Thunder makes her jump and move closer to Gordon which he likes and she doesn’t.
Summer storms come quickly and leave quickly and she thinks that her love for Teddy will be like that – but it’s not.
He leaves her that morning without saying goodbye and breaks her heart.
Her heart will never be mended and though she makes many attempts to fix it – including beginning an affair with Gordon Lowther – nothing works.
She shies away from the light after he leaves her as right now she can’t bear to have her inadequacies aired to her or the world.
His life is dark after he leaves her because he realises that he’s made a horrible mistake in choosing his wife over the woman he loves.
The shade of the oak tree at Marcia Blaine has always been a comfort to her – neither Teddy nor Miss Mackay nor anyone else can touch her there.
Who knows the sorrows of love better than she?
What did she do to deserve the embarrassment and heartache of being left alone the morning after?
Where in Edinburgh is there a place that doesn’t remind her of Teddy?
When she was eighteen she loved Hugh but now, fifteen years later, she loves Teddy.
Why is she so unlucky in love?
How can she go on without Teddy and without her job at Marcia Blaine?
If only she had met him before he had married Deirdre – how different her life would have been!
He is wonderful in so many ways and horrible in others but she loves him all the same.
She is perfect and manipulative and clever and he loves her with all his heart and soul.
She has the choice between being the mistress of a married man who left her after their first and only night together and the mistress of a man who is devoted to her – she chooses the latter.
Life has always been cruel to her but she tries to enjoy her few fleeting moments of happiness.
She became a teacher because it was the only way to flee to Edinburgh from Ayrshire after Hugh died.
Marcia Blaine is where she belongs though they don’t want her there.
Her home has always been Edinburgh though her rather loose morals would be less out-of-place in France or America.
He visits her in the nursing home on her fifty-sixth birthday and holds her hand and that’s when she knows he still loves her nearly thirty years later.
All she can imagine during her first Christmas with Gordon is Teddy opening presents with his family.
Americans are the only ones who celebrate Thanksgiving every year and she’s glad of that – right now she doesn’t have much to be thankful for.
Her independence used to be a blessing but then she fell in love and now it’s a curse.
Auld Lang Synge has never made her cry before, but everything before Teddy was different.
Every cliché about love seems to apply to them.
As she lies dying she wonders why her life has to end like this.
Her girls are all she has left after she is dismissed from Marcia Blaine – her girls and her enduring love for Teddy Lloyd.
When she hears he’s getting married she’s hurt that he wouldn’t even tell her himself.
It’s never over for them – never has been, never will be.
You should have told me! xD 
