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Re: THREE HUNDRED WORD WRITING CHALLENGE #3 — Read First Post!!
CARVED REDEMPTION
Lowe couldn’t give her the body she deserved, he knew that. Chisels and emery could not free perfection but at least she felt right and he knew that was enough, for both of them.
As his hands left her body the joy faded to an echo and was replaced by a fear that threatened to bury him, to leave him crying before her or worse, bleeding his life out at her feet.
Why had he ever started? He couldn’t move her, couldn’t hide her and he certainly couldn’t afford her.
In the end he couldn’t save her.
He was thankful for the blow that knocked him to the ground and left the fear hanging above him, not far above but for now not within. He had been indentured so long that he knew it was a masonry hammer that had hit him even before he looked up to see his friend Bandle.
There was fear in Bandle’s face but it wasn’t Lowe’s fear. It was a closer, more immediate fear. Arising from a known source and leading to rational actions.
“Why?” Pleaded Bandle. Different fears birthing the same question.
Having no answer Lowe simply said “The headstones are finished.”
“You idiot, the rough cuts will be short, the Gaffer will turn that into rubble just to prove a point and you’ll be nailed to the quarry face before sundown.”
Lowe wasn’t really talking to his friend when he replied. “All I can give her are a few moments in an ill fitting body or an eternity divided and remembering lives no longer here.”
“But the stone’s not alive!”
Not for you it isn’t, Lowe thought but he didn’t bother saying it aloud. As far as he was concerned he had one afternoon to figure out how to save a life.
CARVED REDEMPTION
Lowe couldn’t give her the body she deserved, he knew that. Chisels and emery could not free perfection but at least she felt right and he knew that was enough, for both of them.
As his hands left her body the joy faded to an echo and was replaced by a fear that threatened to bury him, to leave him crying before her or worse, bleeding his life out at her feet.
Why had he ever started? He couldn’t move her, couldn’t hide her and he certainly couldn’t afford her.
In the end he couldn’t save her.
He was thankful for the blow that knocked him to the ground and left the fear hanging above him, not far above but for now not within. He had been indentured so long that he knew it was a masonry hammer that had hit him even before he looked up to see his friend Bandle.
There was fear in Bandle’s face but it wasn’t Lowe’s fear. It was a closer, more immediate fear. Arising from a known source and leading to rational actions.
“Why?” Pleaded Bandle. Different fears birthing the same question.
Having no answer Lowe simply said “The headstones are finished.”
“You idiot, the rough cuts will be short, the Gaffer will turn that into rubble just to prove a point and you’ll be nailed to the quarry face before sundown.”
Lowe wasn’t really talking to his friend when he replied. “All I can give her are a few moments in an ill fitting body or an eternity divided and remembering lives no longer here.”
“But the stone’s not alive!”
Not for you it isn’t, Lowe thought but he didn’t bother saying it aloud. As far as he was concerned he had one afternoon to figure out how to save a life.