Gunfire: The Night


This too shall pass.

Cerian was silent while the coach spun silently towards the dock structures. She was pale and expressionless, and watched me carefully as I wiped off the knife.

"So this is who you are, now."

I sensed the many layers to this not-quite-statement, and hesitated before answering.

"I don't... know. I don't know."

I looked at her, a mysterious and beautiful woman who had grown from the sister in my memories, and suddenly I was acutely aware of all that I had done. The path that I had taken.

So many I have killed. So few I have saved.

Does Ryle ever think like this?

No, of course not. He is always so sure of the next thing to do.

But not, always, the right thing to do.

After a long, long pause, Cerian looked out through the window, and the moment passed.

The guilt, I should say, did not.

Not, always, the right thing to do.

Not always the right thing to do.

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This tugs at the heart-strings...

  • #258 Posted 8 years ago
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The nuances are delightful at the end. In a sombre way on one level, but as a writer I am smiling widely.

  • #965 Posted 7 years ago
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