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ds_flashfictionOkay, I think I'm a bit late for this challenge, but, having been the recipient of a miracle this week, I felt obliged to write something.
He clung to his lover's hand and prayed. He hadn't prayed in recent memory, knew hypocrisy when he was doing it, but he prayed anyway. At least, he didn't pretend to pray for his lover. He admitted that he was praying for himself, informing God that he could not live without his lover, a lover who did not deserve this.
He knew futility because it was staring him in the face, all waxy complexion and pasty white skin and barely a blip on the monitors. But, still, he prayed and clung to that hand, so cold, but not like ice because ice so cold would have burned him.
Prayer turned to pleading and pleading to begging and begging to resignation. Perhaps one great love in life is all that we're allowed. He should be thankful for having been loved so well twice in his life.
But his lover had not been so fortunate. The only person in his life who had truly loved him, accepted him wholly, was clinging to his hand, begging for his life. Perhaps the scenario moved someone up there, in the great cosmic pool. Perhaps a brain weakened by a bullet found the strength to heal. Perhaps it wasn't his time.
All Ray Kowalski could see, though, as leadened lids pried themselves open, revealing confused grey orbs, was that he had been granted a miracle
He clung to his lover's hand and prayed. He hadn't prayed in recent memory, knew hypocrisy when he was doing it, but he prayed anyway. At least, he didn't pretend to pray for his lover. He admitted that he was praying for himself, informing God that he could not live without his lover, a lover who did not deserve this.
He knew futility because it was staring him in the face, all waxy complexion and pasty white skin and barely a blip on the monitors. But, still, he prayed and clung to that hand, so cold, but not like ice because ice so cold would have burned him.
Prayer turned to pleading and pleading to begging and begging to resignation. Perhaps one great love in life is all that we're allowed. He should be thankful for having been loved so well twice in his life.
But his lover had not been so fortunate. The only person in his life who had truly loved him, accepted him wholly, was clinging to his hand, begging for his life. Perhaps the scenario moved someone up there, in the great cosmic pool. Perhaps a brain weakened by a bullet found the strength to heal. Perhaps it wasn't his time.
All Ray Kowalski could see, though, as leadened lids pried themselves open, revealing confused grey orbs, was that he had been granted a miracle
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Date: 2004-04-25 05:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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