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Written in response to the Week #19 challenge/prompt on Resinality's ABJD Writing usergroup. Prompt was "smells/tastes/sounds like midnight." The connection this time is more explicit than last week's, no? Also, much shorter than my usual. A mere snippet of a scene, with bare hints of what's going on.
Kartchner’s body topples from the fire escape and hits concrete with a meaty thud. The barrel of Jian’s Glock is still smoking lightly, the faintly visible wisps a darker smudge in the heavy fog, hanging in the air like a muted exclamation point. The trail seems to narrate his movements as he turns, gun ready, looking for more enemies.
The acrid tang of burnt sulfur is heavy in his nose, tickles the back of his throat. He’ll never forget it, never fail to remember the way the taste of used gunpowder clings to a place in the early hours of the morning. It takes him back to the hills of Xizang, to midnight raids in the sparse forest, to long hikes over beaten game trails.
To shared nights in the caves, Wren’s body arching beneath his, skin on skin, tearing what heat they could from the cold rock around them.
No, he’ll never forget the taste of midnight.
Midnight
Kartchner’s body topples from the fire escape and hits concrete with a meaty thud. The barrel of Jian’s Glock is still smoking lightly, the faintly visible wisps a darker smudge in the heavy fog, hanging in the air like a muted exclamation point. The trail seems to narrate his movements as he turns, gun ready, looking for more enemies.
The acrid tang of burnt sulfur is heavy in his nose, tickles the back of his throat. He’ll never forget it, never fail to remember the way the taste of used gunpowder clings to a place in the early hours of the morning. It takes him back to the hills of Xizang, to midnight raids in the sparse forest, to long hikes over beaten game trails.
To shared nights in the caves, Wren’s body arching beneath his, skin on skin, tearing what heat they could from the cold rock around them.
No, he’ll never forget the taste of midnight.
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Date: 2008-02-22 09:35 am (UTC)