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December 13th, 2009
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LOMFic - Blood
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Blood. Choking, covering his face.

Sam moved again, feebly, but no help would come today. He was on his own.

Gradually the room grew colder and the river of blood slowed to a sluggish stream, pooling around his fingers as they stilled.

For a while there was no sound except the drip of a tap, measuring his life in drops on concrete. He lay quiescent watching sunrise touch the walls.

The weary shadows lifted.

He drifted.

* * *

Sunlight. The smell of coffee and cigarettes. A quiet voice nearby.

“Still with us, Gladys?”

Warmth washed through his mind and touched his dead flesh.

“Going to lose that arm if we don’t look lively.”

“...Gene.” He couldn’t be sure he’d really spoken. If this was real.

“Don’t get excited, Dorothy, cavalry’s here now. And if you ever do this again I’ll shoot you myself.”

Real. In his mind he smiled, and dredged deep for the words.

“Love you too, Guv.”

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Date:December 13th, 2009 04:19 pm (UTC)
Love the shift in tone in this piece. So dark but liked Gene being the cause for hope.
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Date:December 13th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. And Gene definitely is cause for hope!
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Date:December 13th, 2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
Ooh, mems! I didn't have time to post this to the comm last night, but I might do so later, now that I know it works - thank you for reading and commenting!
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