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blackpearlsails, impofperversity, and elsewhere. RL has been crazy hectic, with Must Do's and Can Do's, and, God forgive me, I was assimilated by Farmville on Facebook during the Winter Olympics. I will catch up with reading and commenting, I swear.
When I saw the current drabble challenge prompt atblackpearlsails, Lamb, this came to me like a vision. Unbetaed, but hopefully OK, and exactly 100 words, without the title.
~ Sacrifice ~
Like a lamb to the slaughter, she's all Turner, all foolish courage. Chin up, staring out at those who sent her father to the depths, now craving her own blood. No unseemly hysterics. Barely a tremor, though her eyes and lips, vivid against her pallor, tell the tale clear enough. The velvet of that gown turns her skin to cream, velvet not the red of blood but of wine, to be drunk and savored to the dregs.
Barbossa takes her hand, cuts it, and she gasps, "That's all?"
He can't help his smile of anticipation, nor his quip: "Waste not!"
~.~
blackpearlsails, impofperversity, and elsewhere. RL has been crazy hectic, with Must Do's and Can Do's, and, God forgive me, I was assimilated by Farmville on Facebook during the Winter Olympics. I will catch up with reading and commenting, I swear.When I saw the current drabble challenge prompt at
blackpearlsails, Lamb, this came to me like a vision. Unbetaed, but hopefully OK, and exactly 100 words, without the title.~ Sacrifice ~
Like a lamb to the slaughter, she's all Turner, all foolish courage. Chin up, staring out at those who sent her father to the depths, now craving her own blood. No unseemly hysterics. Barely a tremor, though her eyes and lips, vivid against her pallor, tell the tale clear enough. The velvet of that gown turns her skin to cream, velvet not the red of blood but of wine, to be drunk and savored to the dregs.
Barbossa takes her hand, cuts it, and she gasps, "That's all?"
He can't help his smile of anticipation, nor his quip: "Waste not!"
~.~