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priscaTitle: Visitor at night
Character: Mr. Smith, Erin Kaufman
Word Count: 311
Prompt: visitor & gen
Rating: PG13
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Smith stopped at the doorsill, the faint shine of a candle was falling on a young woman sitting on her bed, burrowing her face in her hands. He hesitated, well knowing why she didn't find any sleep. But as much as he wished to help, there was nothing he could do. War was cruel; good people would die tonight, he knew, they would, and tomorrow Erin would morn about them.
Silently, he turned around, ready to leave her alone with her thoughts, but suddenly, she turned her head, smiling weakly. „Smith. What can I do for you?“
„No need to bother with it. It can wait,“ he reassured her.
„No! No, it's okay. I just needed a moment for myself. It's hard not to know what's going on. I would prefer to be outside tonight, but Markus...“ She paused for a moment and finally continued almost inaudibly: “He says, when everything is over, the people in the Mountain will need a good leader.“
Tears were sparkling in her eyes when she looked at Smith pleadingly. „But he will come back; tell me that he will. You can ask God to bring him back here. The Mountain needs him, not me! I can't do what he does for everyone living here.“
Feeling sad, Smith shook his head. „I'm sorry. But God's words are difficult to read. I'm just a puppet in his hands, and most of the time, I don't understand anything of his prophecies... before it is too late.“
Erin breathed in shakingly. „I guess all this is even more difficult for you than for me,“ she whispered. „Do you want to stay here for a while? The silence in the Mountain might be easier to endure when we are together.“
Smith nodded, deciding to ignore the agonizing voice in his head for this moment. „Until it is over.“
Character: Mr. Smith, Erin Kaufman
Word Count: 311
Prompt: visitor & gen
Rating: PG13
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Smith stopped at the doorsill, the faint shine of a candle was falling on a young woman sitting on her bed, burrowing her face in her hands. He hesitated, well knowing why she didn't find any sleep. But as much as he wished to help, there was nothing he could do. War was cruel; good people would die tonight, he knew, they would, and tomorrow Erin would morn about them.
Silently, he turned around, ready to leave her alone with her thoughts, but suddenly, she turned her head, smiling weakly. „Smith. What can I do for you?“
„No need to bother with it. It can wait,“ he reassured her.
„No! No, it's okay. I just needed a moment for myself. It's hard not to know what's going on. I would prefer to be outside tonight, but Markus...“ She paused for a moment and finally continued almost inaudibly: “He says, when everything is over, the people in the Mountain will need a good leader.“
Tears were sparkling in her eyes when she looked at Smith pleadingly. „But he will come back; tell me that he will. You can ask God to bring him back here. The Mountain needs him, not me! I can't do what he does for everyone living here.“
Feeling sad, Smith shook his head. „I'm sorry. But God's words are difficult to read. I'm just a puppet in his hands, and most of the time, I don't understand anything of his prophecies... before it is too late.“
Erin breathed in shakingly. „I guess all this is even more difficult for you than for me,“ she whispered. „Do you want to stay here for a while? The silence in the Mountain might be easier to endure when we are together.“
Smith nodded, deciding to ignore the agonizing voice in his head for this moment. „Until it is over.“