Shattering of Glass

His shirt is wrapped around me, keeping me warm against the chill, his blood in my veins, trying to fight the sickness, I sit huddled on the rocky top of the hill that gives me a view all the way to the sea. I miss the sea. I miss swimming in its soothing, salty waters. I miss the solitude. I’d like to go back to the sea when I die. We don’t talk about such things, the corporal and I. I know it hurts him to talk about it.

Our lives are so fragile, tenuous ……

~ ~ ~

Her hands are clasped on the table, he could reach across and hold them. Her eyes tell him she is somewhere else, far away from that farmhouse kitchen. Already, death is creating a distance between them. He studies her face for some sign that his blood is helping and can see none, but no worsening, either. Four transfusions so far. If nothing else, it’s giving her more time. He looks over her shoulder, where the first light of dawn is creeping across the sky. His movement stirs her from her thoughts, she follows his gaze. Smiles. She is savouring the moments, he realizes. He swallows and clenches his jaw.

~ ~ ~

I lie as still as I can, any movement will wake him. The nights are the worst, when fear looms heavy in the dark. And sadness. I’m so sad for him. Death is so much harder on those who are left behind. I imagine what it must be like for him, watching me die. A part of me hopes that the soldier in him is used to death, to losing mates to it, but I don’t think that’s so. I think he feels more deeply than I do, just doesn’t show it.

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from Book 2 in the series “A Shattering of Glass”

Shattering of Glass

Alenka Co

Stonebow, Australia

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