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nothingtoregret) wrote2012-02-12 12:35 am
nothingtoregret) wrote2012-02-12 12:35 am
Entry tags:
Three Graces - Brown
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Breathe deep, count to ten.
One, two, three...
Heart racing. Pulse pounding. The skin of his eyelids warm brown like wet sand.
Four, five, six...
Wet sand and the rising scent of putridity. A mercenary, a discussion. Blood. Frown; dismiss the memory. Breathe.
Seven, eight...
A footstep. Just one. He forced himself to ignore it. Always braver in his own head; he couldn’t stop the smile. Breathe damnit.
Nine...
His heart finally agreed to remain in place, until: a short cough. A burst of terror, all composure lost. David turned on his heel, hands up and defensive.
Ten.
A mercenary.
“You’re dead!”
“Clearly I’m not.”
Word Count: 100
Summary: Breathe deep, count to ten.
One, two, three...
Heart racing. Pulse pounding. The skin of his eyelids warm brown like wet sand.
Four, five, six...
Wet sand and the rising scent of putridity. A mercenary, a discussion. Blood. Frown; dismiss the memory. Breathe.
Seven, eight...
A footstep. Just one. He forced himself to ignore it. Always braver in his own head; he couldn’t stop the smile. Breathe damnit.
Nine...
His heart finally agreed to remain in place, until: a short cough. A burst of terror, all composure lost. David turned on his heel, hands up and defensive.
Ten.
A mercenary.
“You’re dead!”
“Clearly I’m not.”