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ds_flashfictionTitle: Not a Bang, but a Whimper
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sansets
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: unrequited Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Stella
Disclaimer: Just playing in their sandbox!
Warning: Death and dying - it is the apocolypse.
Notes: Written for the Apocolypse Challenge. All the italicized text is from T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men. I did not write it, I never claimed that kind of genius. *g* The title is also a paraphrase of the last line in that same poem.
Not a Bang, but a Whimper
sansets
We are the hollow men
“Stella?” And my heart dies a little.
We are the stuffed men
“No Ray, it is me, Fraser.” Voice kept gentle, soothing. “Stella …”
Leaning together
Eyes fly open, winces, head falls back in my lap. “Yeah Frase, I remember.”
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Eyes shut, in exhaustion and in defiance of the memory of Stella’s bravery.
Our dried voices, when
(Death by radiation is slow and painful. “Ray, I …” “Stell, don’t worry, I know. I love you too.” And my heart died a little more each time. Just as slow. Just as painful.)
We whisper together
“Fraser, I – ” voice broken off at the sound of footsteps.
Are quiet and meaningless
Held our breath as the soldiers walk past, hiding our bodies, hiding ourselves.
As wind in dry grass
Praying that they pass us over, that this isn’t the time that we are spotted and rounded up
Or rats' feet over broken glass
Used for experimentation
In our dry cellar
Watched through glass windows like animals in a zoo
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Or simply shot in the head for treason
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Exhale in unison as the footsteps faded.
Those who have crossed
“Fraser – I …” Now it was safe to talk. And now words had abandoned him.
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
(And it is fine Ray, for you not to love me as much as I love you. To not to love me as much as Stella.)
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
“Shh …” soothing voice, soothing hand over sweating forehead.
Violent souls, but only
It would not be long before Ray died in the same violent manner as his Stella.
As the hollow men
“Love you Fraser.” Eyes close, breathing deepens. Sleep has over taken.
The stuffed men.
“And I you.” If you only knew how much …
Author:
sansetsRating: PG-13
Pairing: unrequited Fraser/Kowalski, Kowalski/Stella
Disclaimer: Just playing in their sandbox!
Warning: Death and dying - it is the apocolypse.
Notes: Written for the Apocolypse Challenge. All the italicized text is from T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men. I did not write it, I never claimed that kind of genius. *g* The title is also a paraphrase of the last line in that same poem.
sansetsWe are the hollow men
“Stella?” And my heart dies a little.
We are the stuffed men
“No Ray, it is me, Fraser.” Voice kept gentle, soothing. “Stella …”
Leaning together
Eyes fly open, winces, head falls back in my lap. “Yeah Frase, I remember.”
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Eyes shut, in exhaustion and in defiance of the memory of Stella’s bravery.
Our dried voices, when
(Death by radiation is slow and painful. “Ray, I …” “Stell, don’t worry, I know. I love you too.” And my heart died a little more each time. Just as slow. Just as painful.)
We whisper together
“Fraser, I – ” voice broken off at the sound of footsteps.
Are quiet and meaningless
Held our breath as the soldiers walk past, hiding our bodies, hiding ourselves.
As wind in dry grass
Praying that they pass us over, that this isn’t the time that we are spotted and rounded up
Or rats' feet over broken glass
Used for experimentation
In our dry cellar
Watched through glass windows like animals in a zoo
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Or simply shot in the head for treason
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Exhale in unison as the footsteps faded.
Those who have crossed
“Fraser – I …” Now it was safe to talk. And now words had abandoned him.
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
(And it is fine Ray, for you not to love me as much as I love you. To not to love me as much as Stella.)
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
“Shh …” soothing voice, soothing hand over sweating forehead.
Violent souls, but only
It would not be long before Ray died in the same violent manner as his Stella.
As the hollow men
“Love you Fraser.” Eyes close, breathing deepens. Sleep has over taken.
The stuffed men.
“And I you.” If you only knew how much …
