The Rag

Disclaimer:  None are mine!  All characters belong to the creative writers of Lost.1

Characters:  Claire, Charlie, Aaron, and mention of Locke.2

Rated:  G3

Title:  The Rag4

Word Count:  1345

A tired woman sat by the ocean, baby in her arms.  The ocean breeze tickled her face, tempting a cool wind.  It had been unbearably hot for the past week, but the weather was getting cooler.  Claire swept her blonde hair out of her eyes and kissed Aaron's forehead.  He was fast asleep in her arms.  Charlie made his way through the sand towards Claire, with something that looked like a rag in his hands.  The rag was tattered and torn, sewn together by small bamboo pieces.6

"Hi, Claire.  I have a surprise for you."  He held up the rag.  "What is it?" Claire asked curiously.  "I made a blanket for Turniphead.  Locke said it might rain tonight.  We don't want him to freeze."  Claire looked up at Charlie and smiled softly.  "Thanks, Charlie."7

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