| Footprints In The Sand (Nanshe) |
[24 Apr 2008|10:48pm] |
Daybreak in India found the weather hot and humid. Shamash had worked through the night, the coolest part of the day, to finish what would be his last gift to this palace. Come hell or high water he was leaving today. The only real question in his mind was how much pain he would cause when he departed. Nanshe was adult enough to know what was going on. That did not mean she was going to let him go easily, without explaining himself or his behavior of late. Shamash didn't know if there was an explanation. All he could remember and all he could focus on told him that there was. Telling someone that you felt trapped, that you felt like you were being taken outside of yourself, didn't seem a prudent way of ending what had been a loving relationship. For both of them. Not for the first time Shamash asked himself if he thought he was doing the right thing. Nail between his teeth, staring at those wooden shacks, he didn't have an answer. The children would wake in a few hours. These buildings were for them, and ready for the task that would be coming to their doorstep soon enough.
( Soon enough. )
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