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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Waiting
Part 2 of the Jack Cycle
By Gumnut
5 Nov 2003
The clock ticked.
Reminding her of where she was.
And why she was there.
A soft rustle of fabric.
The distant sounds of footsteps, the clang of metal beds.
Murmurs.
The soft inhale and exhale of her teammates.
Waiting.
No one spoke.
No one could.
Because no one knew what to say.
Visions of shattered flesh, broken bones, a battered body, echoed in her mind, repeating, playing out a home movie of injured soldier, injured commanding officer.
Injured friend.
She waited.
Waited for the sound of heels on concrete.
Waited for the news of a fate.
And the clock ticked.
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FIN.
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