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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony and Rich
"Since I was a little tyke," Rich nodded. It can be exciting if you're doing it right; pushing the limits for you and your broom. Everybody at the front of the pack will be riding the ragged edge for the whole race." It was on that edge that he he felt more alive then he did any other time since the days of the war.

"You try. But even when you try to plan ahead, it still comes as a shock." Richard's great-grandfather had lived with them for the last few years if his life. Everyone including the old man had known time was short, but Rich still remembered watching as the aged chest fell to never rise again. For all that he was only three at the time it had still made a marked impression on the child he had been then. "In the end, you go on. It's all you can do."