Flash Fiction: "Waiting With Us"
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They sat waiting for a train that, as far as they knew, might never come. It was very Waiting for Godot, that way, and she turned to her to say something, and she giggled, and understood exactly what she meant. They sat holding hands on the terminal platform bench, listening to the sounds of the wind through the leaves across the track and they watched the progress of something small, fast, and green through the weeds growing through the railway ties. Their heads turned in unison as their four identical eyes tracked the lizard's progress up out of the tracks, over the platform, and onto the walls of the station.
They watched as it crawled over the protruding bits of bones, the chunks of clavicle and sternum accenting the marble-swirled concrete; the height of architectural fashion. It reached one of the broken stained-glass windows and disappeared with a noise like something very large slithering, shattering, ringing like chimes. The smell of acrid smoke and the rush of wind told them that (perhaps) a train was near, and so they stared at the tracks, their identical blonde hair billowing in the nowhere wind, and they waited.
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Tori Amos - [Yes, Anastasia]--- This flash fiction is for
cailement, from her prompts.
There'll be one more, before midnight, and one more after it.
Didn't write a goddamn thing yesterday. Between errands and picking Rebekah up from the airport, and hanging out with her, all day, i didn't really have time. And then, after what I'm roundly writing off as the functional failure that was my hosting trivia, last night, I just didn't have it in me to do so.
Snake River Conspiracy - [Strangled]--- So, lots of writing, today. Hooray!
Or something. Whatever.
15 minutes until the Caffeine Mines.
They watched as it crawled over the protruding bits of bones, the chunks of clavicle and sternum accenting the marble-swirled concrete; the height of architectural fashion. It reached one of the broken stained-glass windows and disappeared with a noise like something very large slithering, shattering, ringing like chimes. The smell of acrid smoke and the rush of wind told them that (perhaps) a train was near, and so they stared at the tracks, their identical blonde hair billowing in the nowhere wind, and they waited.
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Tori Amos - [Yes, Anastasia]--- This flash fiction is for
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There'll be one more, before midnight, and one more after it.
Didn't write a goddamn thing yesterday. Between errands and picking Rebekah up from the airport, and hanging out with her, all day, i didn't really have time. And then, after what I'm roundly writing off as the functional failure that was my hosting trivia, last night, I just didn't have it in me to do so.
Snake River Conspiracy - [Strangled]--- So, lots of writing, today. Hooray!
Or something. Whatever.
15 minutes until the Caffeine Mines.
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