Aug 18, 2019
trying to get the writing muscles working again by trying my hand at some old-style drabbles (100 words, no more, no less). Peglar/Bridgens below the cut.
He had not known what gentleness was, until John taught him. He had not known what many things were, until John taught him. He wished he did not know what John was teaching him now: how to look at the man you love as he is dying. If he had the strength to say no, no he would, and push John away, so that his last memory of John could be the joy and wonder in his face when Harry touched him for the very first time, not the jagged edges of sorrow as John touches him for the last.