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There were smudges of blue ink on the pads of his fingers, even though he’d wiped them. He could still feel Huey’s hands on his own, pressing the inky fingers to paper, rolling them, as he himself had done countless times with countless suspects.

Fear and hurt battled within him as he stared at his hands. He concentrated on the dirty swirls before him to keep his thoughts straight. There was only the ink in his world now and no cell that reeked of urine or best friend who had tried to warn him or lover who had betrayed him.

Hey, hey, hey

Date: 2005-01-16 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] themoo37.livejournal.com
I see you. I love it.

Date: 2005-01-18 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tyk.livejournal.com
ohhh, WHAT a great moment to pull out for this challenge. so much pain devolved into so few words. wow!

Drive By Archivist belatedly feedbacking

Date: 2005-01-23 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cesperanza.livejournal.com
Oh, this is great. Perfect use of ink!--I always forget that Fraser would have been printed! (and how he'd hate that stain!)

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