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18 December 2021 04:31 amI didn't mean to write this. And then I didn't mean to post it.
But it kept writing itself sentence by sentence in my head, until, well... there we are.
And other people get to post their shipping porn, right?
(Slight problems in writing because Carton is of course an unquestioning Anglican of his era, and I'm an atheist and tend to operate unthinkingly on different presumptions :-p)
It would be quick, he had promised her. There would be no pain. Probably there would not even be time to feel the blow. No more than a blink to pass between this world and the next.
Their lips brushed briefly, and then she was taken from his side. He turned for the first time to look up at the machine, and see her appear against that ugly scaffold that marred the sky; to meet her eyes once more and hold them with his own, so that from that high vantage point she need know nothing else. He found a smile, and saw her unafraid.
And then the blade swept down, and she was gone, severed from his sight in a motion too swift to follow. That face had been peaceful, and now it was mercifully not to be seen. There was nothing save a tumbled rag of dress, meaningless, to be heaved aside... and now it was his turn.
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But it kept writing itself sentence by sentence in my head, until, well... there we are.
And other people get to post their shipping porn, right?
(Slight problems in writing because Carton is of course an unquestioning Anglican of his era, and I'm an atheist and tend to operate unthinkingly on different presumptions :-p)
It would be quick, he had promised her. There would be no pain. Probably there would not even be time to feel the blow. No more than a blink to pass between this world and the next.
Their lips brushed briefly, and then she was taken from his side. He turned for the first time to look up at the machine, and see her appear against that ugly scaffold that marred the sky; to meet her eyes once more and hold them with his own, so that from that high vantage point she need know nothing else. He found a smile, and saw her unafraid.
And then the blade swept down, and she was gone, severed from his sight in a motion too swift to follow. That face had been peaceful, and now it was mercifully not to be seen. There was nothing save a tumbled rag of dress, meaningless, to be heaved aside... and now it was his turn.
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