we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
One last search for a good skipping rock, flat and cylindrical, this time with the toe of her boot before squatting down to get a closer look.
Tragic. A word used when things could have been done to prevent it, but weren’t. A word used by people who shake their heads and offer thoughts and prayers, but do little to change it from tragic to something less horrifying. It doesn't inspire confidence in Maeve. With her back to the Madame, Wessex scoffs into the stones. “I suppose that’s one word for it,” she says, rising in a fluid motion and sending the rock into the water, not really caring if it skips or not.
“Avoidable is another. Genocide a third.” Turning to Maeve, the Queen sighs. “If you do go to pray again, I hope you choose to give the Voice a chance.” Though deep down, she’s doubtful it’ll happen. It’s hard to do the right thing when everyone around you is turning a blind eye to the dirty, dirty truth.
Tragic. A word used when things could have been done to prevent it, but weren’t. A word used by people who shake their heads and offer thoughts and prayers, but do little to change it from tragic to something less horrifying. It doesn't inspire confidence in Maeve. With her back to the Madame, Wessex scoffs into the stones. “I suppose that’s one word for it,” she says, rising in a fluid motion and sending the rock into the water, not really caring if it skips or not.
“Avoidable is another. Genocide a third.” Turning to Maeve, the Queen sighs. “If you do go to pray again, I hope you choose to give the Voice a chance.” Though deep down, she’s doubtful it’ll happen. It’s hard to do the right thing when everyone around you is turning a blind eye to the dirty, dirty truth.
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