Comments | remnantofjoseph: [for Sharon] [and Gene]

remnantofjoseph

[for Sharon] [and Gene]

Oct 22, 2008 21:54

[Continued from here]

He starts to remember in bits and pieces, as he turns corners and opens doors. He keeps one hand on the wall like he's in a maze, then there are no more walls and he sets off for the beach, not consciously, just knowing that any aimless direction will eventually lead to the shore. It's a small island.

He remembers the laundry ( Read more... )

sharon agathon, eugene roe

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blessed_by_god October 23 2008, 02:43:43 UTC

Sharon reached down to help Joe up, but he was already more or less there. She pulled her hand back. She didn't even know if he wanted her there, but she couldn't let him go off to points unknown without being sure.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

remnantofjoseph October 23 2008, 03:29:29 UTC

"Fine," not really talking to her, or even to himself. He can't just stand there, can't take root or he'll be stuck in it, so he takes another step, and now the fake leg drags in the sand. Couldn't get away from any of them if he wanted to.

blessed_by_god October 23 2008, 04:01:50 UTC

"I'm sorry," Sharon blurted out, feeling pretty frakking helpless in all this. She still couldn't get the images, made large and crystal clear on the screen, out of her head. "I'm sorry I watched it. I'm sorry you had to see it, and..." She didn't know how to say it, just shook her head.

remnantofjoseph October 24 2008, 18:52:43 UTC

"What is wrong with this place," he growled, watching the tide build before its fall. It was not what had happened, hardship was life, but there were times when the island seemed structured with it, intelligent for it, and cruel. He lost his leg because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time; he watched it happen, and the others watched it happen, because something wanted them to. He couldn't blame Shari, couldn't blame any of them, though he was nauseous with it and wanted to lash out. "Don't be," he remembered to say, before wandering away from her and retching on the sand. Some wry amusement in it, his mind turned back to her and the baby, and he would've said something about morning sickness but the taste of it was thick in his mouth. He couldn't speak to her with it there, but he thought of things to say, distracting himself by wondering how he might cheer her. He could offer drinks, but thinks again of the baby. He could ask where Hera was and distract her in turn. He could even take her home, let her meet the ( ... )

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