The Make Up Challenge
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ds_flashfictionI've been enjoying reading all the different responses to the various challenges posted in this community. It was never my intention to actually post anything here, but (there's always a but) this idea wouldn't leave me alone. So there you go.
It's 144 words (a dodecal).
A word of warning: it's a death fic (major character). I apologize for that right now. I have no idea what prompted me to write this.
FURTHER SOUTH
Everyone said he looked good, that the make-up the mortician had applied made him look natural, but Benton Fraiser could find nothing natural about his partner lying in a casket.
Dief whimpered, nudging his hand with his nose as if trying to diffuse his growing rage.
He had come to Chicago on the trail of his father’s killers. He had found them because of the man lying so silently before him. He had known Ray’s undercover assignment was dangerous, but he had never expected this. Not this. Not now, when all the loose strings were supposedly tied up and sealed tight.
“They’re going down,” Kowalski vowed quietly from his side.
Benton looked up, startled.
“I owe it to Ma and the family.”
“We owe it.”
“No one messes with family and survives.”
Benton met the fierce gaze of his partner and nodded. “No one.”
~End~
It's 144 words (a dodecal).
A word of warning: it's a death fic (major character). I apologize for that right now. I have no idea what prompted me to write this.
FURTHER SOUTH
Everyone said he looked good, that the make-up the mortician had applied made him look natural, but Benton Fraiser could find nothing natural about his partner lying in a casket.
Dief whimpered, nudging his hand with his nose as if trying to diffuse his growing rage.
He had come to Chicago on the trail of his father’s killers. He had found them because of the man lying so silently before him. He had known Ray’s undercover assignment was dangerous, but he had never expected this. Not this. Not now, when all the loose strings were supposedly tied up and sealed tight.
“They’re going down,” Kowalski vowed quietly from his side.
Benton looked up, startled.
“I owe it to Ma and the family.”
“We owe it.”
“No one messes with family and survives.”
Benton met the fierce gaze of his partner and nodded. “No one.”
~End~
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Date: 2003-04-27 09:12 pm (UTC)You know me, I'm an overachiever.
*weg*
And thanks for the kowalski comment. I'll go back and edit.