realmofthemuse 2.6 3. It was a great plan! The one little thing that went wrong was...
Margaret Bethany Francis (Call her Maggie)
Fandom: OC
Topic: 2.6 3. It was a great plan! The one little thing that went wrong was...
It wasn’t right. Her brother had worked so hard, planned for so long and now this was heaped upon him unfairly. It had been several months since his last fight in the ring and that awful loss. Both hands, fully capable of fighting, but the doctors told him the chances were practically zero that he would be allowed in the ring again.
Maggie could never keep the info straight, but the bottom line was that Michael was never going to be able to fight again. One good punch to the head and he’d either be one, dead, or two, a walking punch-drunk dribbling idiot. When the doctor would not certify him to be able to enter the ring again, he had fallen into a depressive funk the likes of which Maggie had never seen. He was staying with her - had been doing so since the fight and he had done nothing but stare out the window at the shore, thinking only God knows what and only speaking when necessary.
Making him lunch first, she propped up the pillows behind him for no other reason than to keep herself busy.
Patting him on the shoulder, she took a deep breath and left him to his own devices for the day.
…
“You know God, of all the people you wanted to test, you had to go and pick my brother. ”
Maggie sat in the front row, attempting to clear her thoughts and not really being successful at it - all for waiting her turn at confession. It was a long line today. No need to kill her feet while waiting. Though she had every right to be here, Maggie rarely felt right about it. Everything from the way she lived her life since Vegas, exploiting her ability to lend luck by accepting gratuity. Her sex life aside, she knew full well that there more sins that just lust and violence. She’d been guilty of almost all except sloth and false witness …well, just sloth. That only one sin was ignored, would not go in her favor should she try to justify herself while in confession.
Did she still have it in her to really pull off a true confession and not just the dribble that most people spewed out every week? She didn’t know, but she had to try. There was no way she could really pray to help Michael find a new course in his life, now that he could no longer box, unless she cleaned her own house and put her guilt in order. Her parents taught that way to her at home. That much she recalled, wincing, wondering not for the first time what her parents really thought of how she lived. Only this time, she actually felt a little bad about it.
An hour later, it was her turn and Maggie stepped inside, closed the door, trying not to hyperventilate.
Fandom: OC
Topic: 2.6 3. It was a great plan! The one little thing that went wrong was...
It wasn’t right. Her brother had worked so hard, planned for so long and now this was heaped upon him unfairly. It had been several months since his last fight in the ring and that awful loss. Both hands, fully capable of fighting, but the doctors told him the chances were practically zero that he would be allowed in the ring again.
Maggie could never keep the info straight, but the bottom line was that Michael was never going to be able to fight again. One good punch to the head and he’d either be one, dead, or two, a walking punch-drunk dribbling idiot. When the doctor would not certify him to be able to enter the ring again, he had fallen into a depressive funk the likes of which Maggie had never seen. He was staying with her - had been doing so since the fight and he had done nothing but stare out the window at the shore, thinking only God knows what and only speaking when necessary.
Making him lunch first, she propped up the pillows behind him for no other reason than to keep herself busy.
Patting him on the shoulder, she took a deep breath and left him to his own devices for the day.
…
“You know God, of all the people you wanted to test, you had to go and pick my brother. ”
Maggie sat in the front row, attempting to clear her thoughts and not really being successful at it - all for waiting her turn at confession. It was a long line today. No need to kill her feet while waiting. Though she had every right to be here, Maggie rarely felt right about it. Everything from the way she lived her life since Vegas, exploiting her ability to lend luck by accepting gratuity. Her sex life aside, she knew full well that there more sins that just lust and violence. She’d been guilty of almost all except sloth and false witness …well, just sloth. That only one sin was ignored, would not go in her favor should she try to justify herself while in confession.
Did she still have it in her to really pull off a true confession and not just the dribble that most people spewed out every week? She didn’t know, but she had to try. There was no way she could really pray to help Michael find a new course in his life, now that he could no longer box, unless she cleaned her own house and put her guilt in order. Her parents taught that way to her at home. That much she recalled, wincing, wondering not for the first time what her parents really thought of how she lived. Only this time, she actually felt a little bad about it.
An hour later, it was her turn and Maggie stepped inside, closed the door, trying not to hyperventilate.