“I am going to take someone,” Dori said. She considered his predicament with roughly half the information she needed; his job was still a mystery to her, as was the identity of his boss. “Maybe you were meant to see.”
To see, but not to stop her. Nothing could stop her.
She pressed her palms on the wooden table and stood up. The hem of her skirt rolled up in the back, making it two inches shorter and lopsided. Death had many faces; today it looked harmless and mousy. Before she departed, a tick mark formed between her eyebrows. “Did you know that someone close to you almost met her end? She stared at me for a moment. Through the veil. I felt it.”
Dori eased away from her chair and began her descent to the first floor of the library. Her shoes made hushed noises on the carpeted stairs, her fingers whispering on the waxed rail. As she passed the circulation desk, they dusted along the edge there, too, and a librarian keeled over in her seat, the pain behind her eye revealing itself to be an aneurysm.
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on 2014-01-17 04:57 am (UTC)To see, but not to stop her. Nothing could stop her.
She pressed her palms on the wooden table and stood up. The hem of her skirt rolled up in the back, making it two inches shorter and lopsided. Death had many faces; today it looked harmless and mousy. Before she departed, a tick mark formed between her eyebrows. “Did you know that someone close to you almost met her end? She stared at me for a moment. Through the veil. I felt it.”
Dori eased away from her chair and began her descent to the first floor of the library. Her shoes made hushed noises on the carpeted stairs, her fingers whispering on the waxed rail. As she passed the circulation desk, they dusted along the edge there, too, and a librarian keeled over in her seat, the pain behind her eye revealing itself to be an aneurysm.