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cmk418Title: The Future's Not Ours To See
Character: Sister Peter Marie
Rating: G
Word Count: 217
Setting: WAY Pre-series (invokes some Season 2 canon)
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She looked up from the psychology book that she was reading for tomorrow’s class when she heard a knock at the front door. One of the neighbor’s kids probably. They were always coming around this time of year to see if they could drum up some cash by doing some yard work. She smiled. The lawn was looking a bit scraggly lately. It would be nice –
The smile faded from her face when she saw the police officer standing outside the door. “Mrs. Reimondo?”
“Yes?” Her voice came out sounding faint. Maybe it wasn’t anything.
“There’s been an incident. Your husband...”
“Leonard? Is he all right?”
“Ma’am,” he started and the world flew off its axis. Words came to her in bits and pieces, neck broken, Sycamore and Broome, identify the body.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. The budding psychologist inside her thought, This is natural. You’re in denial. It happens to everyone in some way or another during a situation like this one.
Knowing how to categorize her situation was useful, but the wife, the woman whose life had just turned upside down, just wanted some comfort. She wanted, in that moment, someone to make it all better. And the only person who would have been able to do that for her was gone.
Next - Shirley
Character: Sister Peter Marie
Rating: G
Word Count: 217
Setting: WAY Pre-series (invokes some Season 2 canon)
Beta'd by the incomparable
history_gurlShe looked up from the psychology book that she was reading for tomorrow’s class when she heard a knock at the front door. One of the neighbor’s kids probably. They were always coming around this time of year to see if they could drum up some cash by doing some yard work. She smiled. The lawn was looking a bit scraggly lately. It would be nice –
The smile faded from her face when she saw the police officer standing outside the door. “Mrs. Reimondo?”
“Yes?” Her voice came out sounding faint. Maybe it wasn’t anything.
“There’s been an incident. Your husband...”
“Leonard? Is he all right?”
“Ma’am,” he started and the world flew off its axis. Words came to her in bits and pieces, neck broken, Sycamore and Broome, identify the body.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. The budding psychologist inside her thought, This is natural. You’re in denial. It happens to everyone in some way or another during a situation like this one.
Knowing how to categorize her situation was useful, but the wife, the woman whose life had just turned upside down, just wanted some comfort. She wanted, in that moment, someone to make it all better. And the only person who would have been able to do that for her was gone.
Next - Shirley
