(OM) 10. Telling Lies
Tell a lie.
Just one? I could come up with so many ...
Not long ago, after a day even more brim-full than usual of screaming children, rebellious teens, recalcitrant suppliers and overstressed, argumentative staff, I did not pitch a full-fledged shit fit during which I informed Mark at the top of my lungs that the entire shebang was his to deal with now, because I was DONE. Nor did I terrify the rest of my staff to the point where they tiptoed around me for weeks.
I don't have to stifle thoughts of my own children multiple times a day. I never wonder whether they died quickly during the Cylon bombardment or suffered through radiation poisoning, starvation or some other more lingering end.
I certainly don't torture myself with the thought that, in spite of all the odds and all the time that's passed, one or more of them might somehow still be alive.
When we're under Cylon attack and Amalthea makes her jump to the emergency coordinates, I never linger at the entrance to the bridge, waiting with my heart in my throat for the moment when our DRADIS confirms that Galactica has rejoined us once again ... sick to my stomach with the thought that maybe this time she won't.
And even if I did, it would only be because I worry about losing the battlestar's protection.
Really. No other reason.
Would I lie?
Muse: Kia Holtz
Fandom: OC from Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 234
Just one? I could come up with so many ...
Not long ago, after a day even more brim-full than usual of screaming children, rebellious teens, recalcitrant suppliers and overstressed, argumentative staff, I did not pitch a full-fledged shit fit during which I informed Mark at the top of my lungs that the entire shebang was his to deal with now, because I was DONE. Nor did I terrify the rest of my staff to the point where they tiptoed around me for weeks.
I don't have to stifle thoughts of my own children multiple times a day. I never wonder whether they died quickly during the Cylon bombardment or suffered through radiation poisoning, starvation or some other more lingering end.
I certainly don't torture myself with the thought that, in spite of all the odds and all the time that's passed, one or more of them might somehow still be alive.
When we're under Cylon attack and Amalthea makes her jump to the emergency coordinates, I never linger at the entrance to the bridge, waiting with my heart in my throat for the moment when our DRADIS confirms that Galactica has rejoined us once again ... sick to my stomach with the thought that maybe this time she won't.
And even if I did, it would only be because I worry about losing the battlestar's protection.
Really. No other reason.
Would I lie?
Muse: Kia Holtz
Fandom: OC from Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 234