REALLY well done. I like this a lot - you capture the mood so *well* - how very matter-of-fact Bob tries to keep things, always, denying any possible other emotion. I love how you get inside his head, and hte end was particularly lovely:
He hesitated, and the paper soaked up a puddle of ink, leaving a blot. He thought of Caroline and the boy, surviving another winter in Inuvik. He began to write:
A man has many thoughts on a cold night by the fire, with only a corpse for company...
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Date: 2005-01-13 11:10 pm (UTC)He hesitated, and the paper soaked up a puddle of ink, leaving a blot. He thought of Caroline and the boy, surviving another winter in Inuvik. He began to write:
A man has many thoughts on a cold night by the fire, with only a corpse for company...