Eppur si muove (Yet it does move!)
This is my first time ever drabble. Ahum. And my first entry for the pbhiatus_fic so bear with me *g*.
For those of you unfamiliar with the title, it refers to something Galileo said and that I found strangely fitting for Sara's come-back. You can wikipedia the quote if you're interested. (oh - I did not think that the translation of the title had to be included in the 100 words so technically with the translation it's 105 *blushes*)
Comments in any shape of form greatly appreciated.
Here we go:
Eppur Si Muove (And yet it does move!)
Days. Hours. Minutes. The seconds pumping away in his chest leading up to exactly this point in time. Standing still.
Alive. Breathing. Horribly shattered and broken. But beautiful still. And strong.
The tips of his fingers losing contact with the worn and fragile petals of the origami message of faith.
Every breath becoming more painful than the one before when his arm starts moving. The reality of all that is between them hovers in his blood and spreads throughout his being. Teardrops slowly etching their way down. Cleansing. Finally.
Careful fingers touching delicate, bruised skin. Healing.
‘Sara’
For those of you unfamiliar with the title, it refers to something Galileo said and that I found strangely fitting for Sara's come-back. You can wikipedia the quote if you're interested. (oh - I did not think that the translation of the title had to be included in the 100 words so technically with the translation it's 105 *blushes*)
Comments in any shape of form greatly appreciated.
Here we go:
Eppur Si Muove (And yet it does move!)
Days. Hours. Minutes. The seconds pumping away in his chest leading up to exactly this point in time. Standing still.
Alive. Breathing. Horribly shattered and broken. But beautiful still. And strong.
The tips of his fingers losing contact with the worn and fragile petals of the origami message of faith.
Every breath becoming more painful than the one before when his arm starts moving. The reality of all that is between them hovers in his blood and spreads throughout his being. Teardrops slowly etching their way down. Cleansing. Finally.
Careful fingers touching delicate, bruised skin. Healing.
‘Sara’