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Kosetsu Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 450Alabama, USA |
She walked solemnly, quietly; no need to be nervous. She intended to do what she’d said she would do. Cobalt blue eyes opened slowly, drifted, and closed. Children laughed; she could hear their shrill voices bouncing around inside the hollow shell of consciousness that she’d become in the last few hours. Someone hurried past her; she felt them brush her arm. The sweet aroma of freshly baking pastries encircled her, and reminded her that she had not eaten; it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t need food. She was aware of a hand passing through her pale blonde hair, and slowly registered it as her own; the hand trailed down, fingers played across her face, her eyes opened, and she peered through those fingers as if through a spider’s web. As the fingers trailed down off her cheek, she felt a warm liquid on her fingertips – tears? She had no reason to shed tears. She would do as she’d said she would do. Consciousness jarred her; sound cracked in her skull, light flooded her senses, and she stumbled; a playing child had unwittingly run into her. Those hazy cobalt eyes came to bear on the girl, a tiny blonde haired creature with baby teeth intact and small, unbloodied hands clutched about the body of a rag doll. She felt herself lowering to one knee; a hand held out towards the girl. Timidness glittered in curious emerald irises, but after a moment of deliberation, the rag doll was thrust towards the outstretched hand, and a soft voice whispered, “Dolly.” Trembling fingers reached towards the doll, but stopped short; flickers of memory pierced the haze that clouded those cobalt eyes. A woman screamed as a soldier’s bullet ripped through her child; an old man cradled the bleeding form of a little girl, begged for help, and was ignored. A politician walked through the street, spouting promises of peace and plenty, then kicked a child that begged for a mere coin with which to buy some scrap of food; soldiers stormed a schoolyard, rifles cracked, and children lay dead and dying in the street. She’d seen these things; she’d experienced them first hand. A breeze danced across her flesh, but it did not carry the scents of blood and smoke; this place seemed untouched by such things. She became aware of a tugging at her sleeve – the girl child. Hazy cobalt eyes focused on a smiling pixie face, and she found herself returning the look with a sad smile. A hand drifted into her pocket, and withdrew with a small cylinder in hand; a cord ran from its end into her jacket, and a small red button crowned it. A hand lifted, and lightly petted the girl child’s hair. Her thumb depressed the button. “I’m sorry.” “A blast ripped through downtown New York City today when a fifteen year old girl detonated a bomb she’d strapped to her body. Twenty-three people died; sixty-two were injured. In other news, the Braves won their first game of the season when...” --------------- This was inspired by a local newscast that went more or less like that; I don't remember it all, but the newscaster spoke casually about the latest suicide bombing in Jerusalem, then immediately switched to miniscule thing like a baseball game or something. Just something to make the Americans here think. -Adam "If life is so significant, then why do we die?" [This message has been edited by Kosetsu (04-13-2002 12:28 PM).] |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
This is incredibly sad!! However it does hit very close to the heart. What a sadly fascinating piece. Patience is the ability to idle your motor, when you feel like stripping your gears. Author Unknown |
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J. K. Mitchell Member
since 2002-01-12
Posts 311GA |
You've got some serious emotions flowing through this. It's sad but good. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This is incredibly moving and realistic. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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