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[theheartachechronicles-blog]

The Others

The trumpeting of inarticulate peons abscond as the herd left the foyer. It was all the peace he could desire and all he sought. It was at this point he could conclude they were no longer his allies so much as his opposition.  Everything soon became clear. Something had to be done.

[kirathaune]

KSW Summer Camp Exercise

Original Prompt: “I picked it up and tasted it. I didn’t like it, so I put it back down when no one was looking, and then I picked up the next one and tasted that. This one was better. I took it over to the window and looked outside. It was a nice summer day. The yard had fountains and big trees that made all the people outside look little. Dark clouds hovered on the horizon.”

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Gabe raised the punch cup to his lips and drank, grimacing when the burn of whiskey assaulted both his nose and tongue. Should have known that Joe would spike the punch, he thought. Gabe glanced around the room, and when he was satisfied that no one was looking he set the glass down and reached for another cup, one that was lighter in color than his first choice. He took a cautious sip. Definitely less alcohol in that one, so Gabe took it with him as he made his way over to the community room’s tall, arched windows.

He peered through the rippled glass at the immaculately kept grounds below, and smiled when he saw Grant maneuvering a patient’s wheelchair alongside the central fountain; he’d never really paid attention to just how high the trees and fountains were in the front garden, and it was strange to see the big Indian dwarfed by his surroundings. He hoped Grant would be able to stop by the party before it ended.

  The trees were swaying, leaves showing their backs, and when Gabe looked up he noticed a cluster of dark, low-hanging clouds on the horizon. Storm’s coming, he thought. The tranquil scene below suddenly looked foreboding, and Gabe found himself wishing—again—that he didn’t have to leave.