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have_no_mercy) wrote2017-03-06 12:21 pm
have_no_mercy) wrote2017-03-06 12:21 pm
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OOM - Milliways
It had been the worst flight of Tess’ life. Normally, she enjoys travelling by air. Not even turbulence bothers her all that much. After all, once you blow up a plane you’re on the usual difficulties of flight don’t seem that important anymore.
She threw up as soon as they landed, something she chalked up to nerves. Mardi Gras had done nothing to prepare her for this. She should have known better than to expect it to have done anything significant.
This was not a party.
The drive wasn’t as long as she’d remembered, but it had been over fifteen years and she was so young then. She was fidgety the entire way, glad she wasn’t actually doing the driving. It took her ten minutes to get out of the car once they arrived.
Her first few footsteps toward the old, beaten down structure were shaky and at least once she thought she wasn’t going to make it, but she did. She got as close as she could before the memories threatened to overwhelm her and she threw up again.
How it was still standing she had no idea, but its time had come to an end. She steadied herself against her favourite childhood tree, a sense of calm washing over her, and she gave only one order.
"Burn it."
The property would be donated to the school district for environmental education. She’d finance the damn program if she had to.
But this?
This wasn’t home anymore.
She threw up as soon as they landed, something she chalked up to nerves. Mardi Gras had done nothing to prepare her for this. She should have known better than to expect it to have done anything significant.
This was not a party.
The drive wasn’t as long as she’d remembered, but it had been over fifteen years and she was so young then. She was fidgety the entire way, glad she wasn’t actually doing the driving. It took her ten minutes to get out of the car once they arrived.
Her first few footsteps toward the old, beaten down structure were shaky and at least once she thought she wasn’t going to make it, but she did. She got as close as she could before the memories threatened to overwhelm her and she threw up again.
How it was still standing she had no idea, but its time had come to an end. She steadied herself against her favourite childhood tree, a sense of calm washing over her, and she gave only one order.
"Burn it."
The property would be donated to the school district for environmental education. She’d finance the damn program if she had to.
But this?
This wasn’t home anymore.