Terror

[DoF Archive]

Date: 2/27/2003 2:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Sarah The Stick



   The landing was painless enough, only a soft jostle, barely noticed through winter clothes.  Black combat boots found solid rock; not being her idea, a stumble followed, and her backside became level with her feet.  The sight of Pearl Mountain, flying by at high speed, looped in short-term memory as she sat, motionless.  Purest fear melted away slowly, so slowly.  Minutes?  Hours?  Likely the former, she thought later, since he stood above her with that teasing grin she loved so much and now, for the first time, truly loathed.
      Unsteady hands pushed the ground away, then Harris, when he neared.  Trembling knees threatened to clash together and send her down again.  Blind to his concern, her eyes could rise only to his chest.  It was enough.
      "Harris... I love you.  But if you *ever* do *anything* like that again, we're through."
      One hand raised, dropped.  He said nothing, had shock of his own to manage.
      "Sleep somewhere else tonight."
      She left.