Bit hard and bleeding


March 20th, 2008

A death drabble @ 07:18 pm

Thanks to Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, which I finished last week, and [info]secretsolitaire's pom-pom waving, I was inspired to write some death of my own.

It is Brian/Justin and it is death.




Reliquary


He stays away for two years, his grief companion enough.

Until one night, it’s not.

He wakes to the drone of lawnmowers and a too bright sun. Suit ruined, throat raw.

He becomes a regular then. A real enthusiast.

Conversations, meditations, and oh fuck yes, regrets. He reminds himself not to shout (Justin’s only six feet away).

Occasionally, he gossips.

"Mel’s driving sucks."

"Ted went nude skydiving."

"Debbie stopped wearing her wig."

He stops visiting by accident: bridge conditions, the reflexes of a middle-aged man.

As the river pours in, Brian thinks, perhaps now, they’ll be close enough to whisper.

 
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From:[info]noteverything
Date: March 20th, 2008 11:31 pm (UTC)
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The last line. Good lord.

Thank you.
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:02 am (UTC)
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You're welcome, and thank you, Tweedy. :)
From:[info]gmta_nz
Date: March 20th, 2008 11:47 pm (UTC)
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Good lord indeed.

The sadness. The beauty.

I can't stop re-reading it, as if by doing it enough I could crack its code.
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:08 am (UTC)
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Regarding code-cracking, you've probably divined this, but just in case, one of the things I took most pleasure in was Justin in his parenthetical coffin.

Thank you for everything.
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From:[info]queerasfruit
Date: March 20th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
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This is heart-rending, so tragic. I'd quote my favorite parts, but I love the whole thing. I'm a sucker for death.
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:09 am (UTC)
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I'm a sucker for death.

Oh god, me too. Thank you.
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From:[info]firehead30
Date: March 20th, 2008 11:57 pm (UTC)
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oh
The thought of Brian laying on Justin's grave, to a too bright sun and a hangover.

This is so achingly beautiful. Little detaisl he would share with Justin, each one precious.

He stops visiting by accident: bridge conditions, the reflexes of a middle-aged man.

As the river pours in, Brian thinks, perhaps now, they’ll be close enough to whisper
..and maybe touch.
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:10 am (UTC)
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and maybe touch.

Maybe.

Thank you, Fire!
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From:[info]pendulumchanges
Date: March 21st, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
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Holy shit. omg.

:-O
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:11 am (UTC)
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Thank you. :)
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From:[info]besamislabios
Date: March 21st, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
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OMG, the last line, the last words. Beautiful sadness.
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:11 am (UTC)
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Merci, amie.
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From:[info]besamislabios
Date: May 20th, 2009 10:55 am (UTC)
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I just reread this. This is such a powerful and heartbreaking piece, in only 100 words. It's amazing.
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From:[info]herefordroad
Date: March 21st, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
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this is beautiful but i hope you won't mind that i see brian as an old man...it helps ease the pain.

exquisite:

"they’ll be close enough to whisper."

jeannie
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:12 am (UTC)
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You can picture Brian any way you like. :)

Thanks so much, Jeannie.
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From:[info]secretsolitaire
Date: March 21st, 2008 03:05 am (UTC)
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*coughs* I have had this up on my screen for the last hour to help inspire me to finish my own sad little drabble! It's done, I think...MEEEEEEP! Will post when the LJ strike is over...then everyone can throw tomatoes at you for encouraging me. ;-)
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:16 am (UTC)
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Just went over and didn't see it. *taps foot*
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From:[info]secretsolitaire
Date: March 23rd, 2008 01:06 pm (UTC)
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I know, I know. In the grand tradition of egotistic writers everywhere, I decided maybe I should wait till after the holiday weekend to post it so that people will actually see it. (That way I'll know the lack of comments is because it sucks rather than because everyone was out eating their Easter ham or whatnot. *g*) But it's ready to go -- the LJ entry is already formatted and everything!
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
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the LJ entry is already formatted and everything!

I do the exact same thing!

*scrounges around for non-existent ham*
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From:[info]vl_redreign
Date: March 21st, 2008 04:40 am (UTC)
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*sobs*

You broke my heart, you owe me porn, bitch!!!!

If I didn't love you, I'd...do something. :D
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:19 am (UTC)
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*pets Red* Eternity is forever, silly rabbit. ♥

I really do owe you porn though, don't I? *slinks away*
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From:[info]jule1122
Date: March 22nd, 2008 01:06 pm (UTC)
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You are one of the few people I would read death for. It took me a few times to get what the last 2 lines were saying, but once I did I was in awe. Powerful and moving
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From:[info]flashfly
Date: March 23rd, 2008 08:22 am (UTC)
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Thank you for braving this bit of death. *hugs you*

You're not the only one who found the last two lines cryptic. It's tough to spell it all out in one hundred words. I think at one time, I had the car tumbling gracefully through the air, but then you know, snip!
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