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byslantedlight.livejournal.comI am really really aware that I said hey, let's all post lots of Pros, and then I didn't... *headdesk* It's not that I've not been doing Pros - I even managed a wee something during my weekly writing group last week, and finally finished it off... *g*
Every Day is Autumn
by Slantedlight
There was nothing, Doyle thought, that would make the world right again. It was over, all over. He took a breath of cold air, only because he had to, and realised that it had started to drizzle, a fine mess across his face and down his neck. It gathered on the autumn leaves in the gutter beside him, shining them to irreverent jewel-like reds and yellows under the streetlight.
In the distance the ambulance drivers were finally being allowed to move the body, were hefting it onto a stretcher, one at each end so that it sagged a little in the middle as they lifted.
( He didn't care... )
by Slantedlight
There was nothing, Doyle thought, that would make the world right again. It was over, all over. He took a breath of cold air, only because he had to, and realised that it had started to drizzle, a fine mess across his face and down his neck. It gathered on the autumn leaves in the gutter beside him, shining them to irreverent jewel-like reds and yellows under the streetlight.
In the distance the ambulance drivers were finally being allowed to move the body, were hefting it onto a stretcher, one at each end so that it sagged a little in the middle as they lifted.
( He didn't care... )
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