#6: Quickening (Byron)
Written for the hl50 challenge. 100 words.
Foxfire
He realizes before the last of the lightning dies away that the words that could adequately describe the Quickening will never exist. That doesn't stop him from trying to find them anyway. It is his particular gift to express that which is unknowable.
He paces for hours as the fury and adrenaline of Kershner's life thrash themselves to exhaustion in his veins, but none of the obscene, boiling energy within him manages to find its way to the paper. As the last flutters of the dead man's rage subside within him, he flings his pen aside in frustration and despair.
Foxfire
He realizes before the last of the lightning dies away that the words that could adequately describe the Quickening will never exist. That doesn't stop him from trying to find them anyway. It is his particular gift to express that which is unknowable.
He paces for hours as the fury and adrenaline of Kershner's life thrash themselves to exhaustion in his veins, but none of the obscene, boiling energy within him manages to find its way to the paper. As the last flutters of the dead man's rage subside within him, he flings his pen aside in frustration and despair.