Name: Tales of Tatooine Author: divapilot Genre: mixed Summary: Drabbles from the POV of characters who have the sand of Tatooine on their boots. Note: Written as part of the Ultimate Drabble Challenge IX. Week 1. Beru Whitesun Adamant Beru had once planned to open a cafe in Anchorhead. Nothing fancy, just a few tables and chairs, a place where families could gather. She’d sell her sweet blue milk cheese and serve it with warm baked goods and jams so tasty you would close your eyes in bliss. She imagined the sound of laughter as people celebrated at her tables. She’d have regulars who would drop in for a take-away before heading home. She was adamant that her cafe would be different from the grimy dives she saw in Mos Espa. Her place would be just like a home. Abide When she told her boyfriend about her plans, he informed her that farm girls like her should stay put and not waste their time in Anchorhead. Beru sat on the bench and fumed. That’s when Owen came and sat beside her. He listened when she told him about the careless way the other boy threw away her dreams. He thought about his answer before speaking. “Anyone who thinks they can tell you what to do is a fool. I don’t abide fools. Neither should you.” Beru smiled, then she handed him a pastry she had originally baked for someone else. Afield It was easy to fall in love with Owen. He was stubborn, but he was devoted to her. That’s why it broke her heart when he said he loved her too. How could she deny him what every other couple took for granted? “But you know I can never give you a baby,” she said between silent tears. “I had Bothan fever when I was a girl. We went to specialists as far afield as Mos Gunru, and the only treatment for the fever left me barren.” Owen wiped her tears away. “I love you. You’re exactly enough for me.” Aghast The more time she spent with Owen, the more she became part of his world. His father and stepmother adored her, and she spent many hours in their warm home. They married right after completing school. Her dream of having her own cafe faded, and although at one time she would have been aghast at the thought of settling down to be a moisture farmer, now it just seemed so right. People grew old fast in the sands of Tatooine. They had found their happiness, and they would cling to it as long as the capricious gods would allow it. Aforetime The work was hard, and the land gave up its moisture sparingly. There was always the threat of attacks from Tusken Raiders or treachery from nearby outlaws and thieves. But they were determined to scratch out a living on this farm, to make a mark of their own in this brutal landscape. Beru remembered that distant aforetime, when she measured success by money earned and dishes served. But this intense young man, this quiet farmer from the outskirts of Mos Eisley, had won her heart. Now success meant working beside him to create a future for the two of them.