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15minuteficlets.
Quite a short one- only took about 12 minutes, and most of that was thinking. *g*
A short Angua piece. The word is .
Chicken.
She left money because wolves don’t. Because it was a way of denying to herself that she relished the crunch of small bones, the rush of warm blood down her throat, over her chin, pooling on the ground and steaming. That every time it was harder to go back to vegetables in the morning, picking meat from her teeth and feathers from her hair.
She still left money, even when she started to choose the change. When it wasn’t the moon, but hunger, that made her decision for her. When she left Carrot’s side in the middle of the night and returned before morning, satisfied beyond what he could provide. She started to lay aside a portion of her wages, ‘for emergencies’. It was a happy fiction, not quite big enough to hide behind.
“What are you doing?”
She looked up, flushed, hid her hand quickly behind her back. Carrot stood in the doorway, smiling his good-natured smile, honest and solid and true.
“Nothing. I’ll be ready in a minute. You go ahead.” He looked a little confused, but he never questioned her decisions. He kissed her fondly on the forehead, and left for the Yard.
She looked again at the blood-stained rag doll in her hand.
How much money would she have to leave for this?
15minuteficlets.Quite a short one- only took about 12 minutes, and most of that was thinking. *g*
A short Angua piece. The word is .
Chicken.
She left money because wolves don’t. Because it was a way of denying to herself that she relished the crunch of small bones, the rush of warm blood down her throat, over her chin, pooling on the ground and steaming. That every time it was harder to go back to vegetables in the morning, picking meat from her teeth and feathers from her hair.
She still left money, even when she started to choose the change. When it wasn’t the moon, but hunger, that made her decision for her. When she left Carrot’s side in the middle of the night and returned before morning, satisfied beyond what he could provide. She started to lay aside a portion of her wages, ‘for emergencies’. It was a happy fiction, not quite big enough to hide behind.
“What are you doing?”
She looked up, flushed, hid her hand quickly behind her back. Carrot stood in the doorway, smiling his good-natured smile, honest and solid and true.
“Nothing. I’ll be ready in a minute. You go ahead.” He looked a little confused, but he never questioned her decisions. He kissed her fondly on the forehead, and left for the Yard.
She looked again at the blood-stained rag doll in her hand.
How much money would she have to leave for this?
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Date: 2003-11-17 06:55 pm (UTC)I love the subtle creepiness here -- poor Angua. *shudder* What an image. And that's a perfect line to end it on.
(That, I should add, was a thoroughly grammatically-mangled sentence, but I'll just let that lie. ;)
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Date: 2003-11-17 07:08 pm (UTC)What I find most distressing is that... she could be *right* to think that. There could *be* a price, depending on the parents. *shudders*
That scares me.
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Date: 2003-11-17 08:11 pm (UTC)That last line like a punch in the gut.
Wow.
That was fabulous, Nny. Awful but fabulous.
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Date: 2003-11-18 12:52 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2003-11-17 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 12:52 am (UTC)Cheers, love.
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Date: 2003-11-18 12:45 am (UTC)Wow. This is really great!
Poor Angua- and it's something that could actually have happened, once. Brilliant idea ^_^
(I wandered over here from the 15minute community- hope you don't mind random comment people!)
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Date: 2003-11-18 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 03:36 am (UTC)Wonderfully creepy and awful in its implications. What makes it worst to me is not just that Angua's losing what she defines as her humanity behind a disintegrating cloak of rationalizations, but that she's supposed to be protecting people. She's a copper. And yet her final thought isn't about turning herself in, but about how to keep up her front of normality and moral justification. *shiver* I can't begin to imagine what that would do to Carrot and Vimes when they would inevitably find out.
Loved it!
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Date: 2003-11-24 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 10:31 am (UTC)..but ow. That's really excellent, but terribly creepy. The idea of Angua, who is in her own way as strictly moral as Carrot, doing something like that is terrifying.
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Date: 2003-11-24 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-19 01:00 am (UTC)The terrible thing is, it could happen, and Angua knows it could. After all, she asked Carrot to "do what Vimes did to Wolfgang" (I'm paraphrasing) if ever she should slip. And Carrot probably would.
I love it. I love your drabbles and your ficlets, and I really should tell you more often *cowers guiltily*
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Date: 2003-11-24 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-25 10:52 pm (UTC)It didn't rebel, but it sure did kick. That was creepy but in a way that works really, really well. Actually the fact that it works so well is probably most of what makes it so creepy. yikes.