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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Hopes and Nightmares
Character: Mr. Smith, Libby Kaufman
Word Count: 354
Prompt: terrible
Finished: 05.07.2022
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He stopped when he noticed the young woman sitting on the old trunk; her head in her neck, she enjoyed the sun's warmth after some cold, rainy summer days. „Libby! It's been a while.“
She turned around, smiling openly. "We were busy rebuilding the farm the skinheads have devastated, but now it's almost done. Honestly, I'm glad to be back at the Mountain; I've missed chatting with my friends."
„I still have to finish some tasks this morning,“ Smith answered, “but maybe we could meet at the cafeteria later for a coffee?“
„This sounds great.“ Her brown eyes sparkled. „I've also missed the muffins there.“
:::
Smith hurried into the garage. He knew his morning would be unpleasant, but the prospect of spending some time with the young woman later had lightened his mood. Not many people were eager to hang around with him; many distrusted him, or, in the best case, they called him a freak and tried to get out of his way as far as possible.
Libby was different. Despite all she had to go through, she had never stopped to enjoy the small things life offered. A bird singing in the trees. Dancing to long-forgotten music. Coming out of the old tape deck Jeremiah had found at an abandoned house. She chatted and laughed, so untroubled as if the world was not shattered into pieces and surviving a forever fight.
„We all carry around something ominous,“ she had told him one day. „Though most of us have learned to hide it.“ Then she had laughed, grabbing for his hands. „C'mon, Smith, dance with me; this day is much too good for such dark thoughts.“
And to his own surprise, he had given in. No one could feel down for long in her presence.
:::
Smith smiled when he started the jeep, not suspecting anything terrible. He didn't know that only some hours later, this day would turn into the most horrible one he could remember.
Some hours later, Libby would lie on the cold stone floor of an abandoned church. Dying. Because he had shot at her.
Character: Mr. Smith, Libby Kaufman
Word Count: 354
Prompt: terrible
Finished: 05.07.2022
:::
He stopped when he noticed the young woman sitting on the old trunk; her head in her neck, she enjoyed the sun's warmth after some cold, rainy summer days. „Libby! It's been a while.“
She turned around, smiling openly. "We were busy rebuilding the farm the skinheads have devastated, but now it's almost done. Honestly, I'm glad to be back at the Mountain; I've missed chatting with my friends."
„I still have to finish some tasks this morning,“ Smith answered, “but maybe we could meet at the cafeteria later for a coffee?“
„This sounds great.“ Her brown eyes sparkled. „I've also missed the muffins there.“
:::
Smith hurried into the garage. He knew his morning would be unpleasant, but the prospect of spending some time with the young woman later had lightened his mood. Not many people were eager to hang around with him; many distrusted him, or, in the best case, they called him a freak and tried to get out of his way as far as possible.
Libby was different. Despite all she had to go through, she had never stopped to enjoy the small things life offered. A bird singing in the trees. Dancing to long-forgotten music. Coming out of the old tape deck Jeremiah had found at an abandoned house. She chatted and laughed, so untroubled as if the world was not shattered into pieces and surviving a forever fight.
„We all carry around something ominous,“ she had told him one day. „Though most of us have learned to hide it.“ Then she had laughed, grabbing for his hands. „C'mon, Smith, dance with me; this day is much too good for such dark thoughts.“
And to his own surprise, he had given in. No one could feel down for long in her presence.
:::
Smith smiled when he started the jeep, not suspecting anything terrible. He didn't know that only some hours later, this day would turn into the most horrible one he could remember.
Some hours later, Libby would lie on the cold stone floor of an abandoned church. Dying. Because he had shot at her.