'Miserere Nobis' & 'Hollow'
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They wait five minutes then quietly slip in the back unnoticed. She quickly approaches the font, dips her finger, crosses herself and enters the second to last pew with him in tow. She knows that he's uncomfortable, but he insisted that it was too dangerous to go alone. He may not want to be here, but she needs to be here. Her anger in God aside, their lives are in chaotic shambles and she needed a temporary reprieve in the form of tradition.
As they settle, choir voices crescendo into the familiar hymn:
Gloria in excelsis dei,
et in terra pax hominibus
bonae voluntatis...
She sits with eyes closed, inhaling the melodic Latin and finally finds a peaceful stillness in an one-hour increment.
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Title: Hollow
Rating: PG
Spoilers: This Is Not Happening
Word Count: 93
Originally posted: at xf_drabble for challenge #6 - Title Rework Season 2
A/N: I don't really know if I like this, but practice makes perfect better, right?
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"No....No..."
She can't believe, refuses to believe - not here, like this, broken and cold against dead leaves and unforgiving ground. Her knees hit the dirt and her hand gravitates to his face. A face she's prayed to see again, but not under these pretenses. Her hand caresses, as if trying to coax him into emitting one, just one breath...Please just one. For me, for our...
"No"
He needs to breathe, he needs help to breathe...help...
She's being lifted, and immobile feet gain traction, running on a three-word fuel cell -
Help...Jeremiah Smith...
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