Five Minutes After
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About 300 words, unbetaed and written at blinding speed.
FIVE MINUTES AFTER THE PLATFORM
Oh my God! Oh my God!
God!
No, no nononononono—
Oh my God, dead, he's—
What do I—
I have to, I've got to, I've got to—
Oh my God, what do I do? What—
Shut up. Just shut up!
Breathe. Breathe. Come on, breathe.
Again.
Again.
There.
There.
Okay.
Think, I have to, what do I, what should I—
Shut up. Inside. Go. Inside.
Toilet, find the—
Lock it. Lock, lock, lock.
Think, let me think.
Oh, Christ!
Breathe. No, don't you cry, you hear me? You hear me? Don't you fucking cry over him!
God.
But maybe he's not, he's not dead—
Stop it. Forget it. Forget him.
I look—Christ, my face.
Shit, don't I have a lipstick? Where the hell did I lose—oh, okay, good.
Good. Better. Eyeliner? No, damn it. Wait -- Okay, mascara, whatever, that'll do.
There. There. Good. You look good. Breathe.
Kill for a cigarette.
Huh. Don't have one fucking diamond left, and I want a fucking cigarette. Way to go, girl, way to fucking think about the fucking future.
Wait a minute. How much money do I have? Let me look—
Three hundred bucks, almost, okay, okay, good. That could take me to—
Shit, where the hell is this going, anyway?
Doesn't matter, doesn't matter.
Okay. Ready?
You look good.
Breathe.
Open the door.
Go find a seat. Find a seat.
Grandmother type on left, student, two rows up, window seat open on left—
No. Wait--
Single man, 50ish, three rows up on right…Businessman?
No wedding ring.
. . .
"Hello. Mind if I join you?"
. . .
"Well, hello, Charles Meredith. How nice to meet you."
. . .
"Victoria. Victoria…Fraser."
FIVE MINUTES AFTER THE PLATFORM
Oh my God! Oh my God!
God!
No, no nononononono—
Oh my God, dead, he's—
What do I—
I have to, I've got to, I've got to—
Oh my God, what do I do? What—
Shut up. Just shut up!
Breathe. Breathe. Come on, breathe.
Again.
Again.
There.
There.
Okay.
Think, I have to, what do I, what should I—
Shut up. Inside. Go. Inside.
Toilet, find the—
Lock it. Lock, lock, lock.
Think, let me think.
Oh, Christ!
Breathe. No, don't you cry, you hear me? You hear me? Don't you fucking cry over him!
God.
But maybe he's not, he's not dead—
Stop it. Forget it. Forget him.
I look—Christ, my face.
Shit, don't I have a lipstick? Where the hell did I lose—oh, okay, good.
Good. Better. Eyeliner? No, damn it. Wait -- Okay, mascara, whatever, that'll do.
There. There. Good. You look good. Breathe.
Kill for a cigarette.
Huh. Don't have one fucking diamond left, and I want a fucking cigarette. Way to go, girl, way to fucking think about the fucking future.
Wait a minute. How much money do I have? Let me look—
Three hundred bucks, almost, okay, okay, good. That could take me to—
Shit, where the hell is this going, anyway?
Doesn't matter, doesn't matter.
Okay. Ready?
You look good.
Breathe.
Open the door.
Go find a seat. Find a seat.
Grandmother type on left, student, two rows up, window seat open on left—
No. Wait--
Single man, 50ish, three rows up on right…Businessman?
No wedding ring.
. . .
"Hello. Mind if I join you?"
. . .
"Well, hello, Charles Meredith. How nice to meet you."
. . .
"Victoria. Victoria…Fraser."
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Date: 2004-01-20 02:11 am (UTC)You are amazing.
And all in about 300 words.
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Date: 2004-01-20 02:16 am (UTC)Thanks, sweetie.
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Date: 2004-01-20 02:04 pm (UTC)Wow Victoria. I too thought it was Ray at first and to realize it was her was great. And that last line... very nice.
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Date: 2004-01-20 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-20 02:05 pm (UTC)I really, really, REALLY loved this. You had me for a minute in the beginning there thinking it was Ray (until the lipstick, lol. Then I was pretty certain it wasn't Ray) But this was unbelieveably wonderful. The whole thing rang very true and real in my head *sighs* Damn. Terrific job.
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Date: 2004-01-20 11:43 pm (UTC)Melanie Mitchell wrote a story called "The Woman in Seat Thirty-Eight," her take on what happened in the aftermath of the shooting.
Laurie
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Date: 2004-01-20 08:45 pm (UTC)Okay, I can breathe again.
You totally rock. Was expecting Vecchio and I get Victoria. Beautifully done.
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Date: 2004-01-20 11:07 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-01-21 01:41 am (UTC)Cool Victoria's POV. She's a one scary character.
Wondefully written!
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Date: 2004-01-21 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-21 08:23 pm (UTC)She doesn't want him dead, but she won't give herself up to make sure he's all right. She's self-centered, and she will survive. Perfect characterization!
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