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I wrote this for the latest challenge at theavatar100, apologies if you've seen it already. :)

Title: Give and Take
Author: drygon
Word Count: 426
Notes: One man begins to understand the give and take of the Spirit World.

The air was still, eerie-quiet as he walked through the muck, shoes sticking and sinking and getting swallowed up.

Swallowed up like this whole godsforsaken village. Pulled down into the mud by the spindly fingers of the spirits, who held it firm, grinning with their non-existent mouths, and said let the water come.

And come it did. Crashing into small earthen buildings that never had a chance. The deafening rush stole everything, leaving behind only silence.

Yet the roar of water still echoed in his ears, almost drowning out the sounds of screaming and fear and take my hand. I can’t, I’m slipping. Almost.

He slowly made his way through the town, still searching. He did not look at the others – lying facedown in the puddles, their hair billowing out like strands of silk floating on the water. There was already a destination, he just had to find it.

It was the sash that caught his eyes first, the deep purple-red still visible through the mud. He had dyed it for her after experimenting with the dark red berries she loved so much. It took him weeks to perfect the color, but he had finally gotten it to match the way the berries stained her lips.

He hurried over to her, though time made little difference now. Sinking onto his knees in the muck, he pulled her closer. She looked up at him with empty eyes and parted lips, and he held her for the last time. There were no more tears to let fall, all the water had gone.

It was only then that he heard it, although the sound was faint. The sharp cries were muffled, but they latched on to him, pulling him back to here, and now. He lowered her head back to the soggy earth, and let go. The mud would do its job.

The cries were louder now. After all, it was easier to hear without the echoes of rushing water clogging his ears. He moved frantically, filled with a sudden new energy. Desperately, he searched through the rubble, finally, finally, uncovering his son.

They clung to each other, the baby’s cries lessoning as warmth returned to his body. The man stood and untied the sash from his wife’s waist. He wrapped it around his son, tucking in his useless legs as he lifted his eyes away from the mud.

And so the pair slowly made their way out of the village, out of the muck. A man who would learn to re-build and a boy who would learn to fly.
  • A+.

    That's how I imagined the aftermath of the flood to have played out. It's also possible for the Mechanist to have blamed himself on not having been able to prepare the village for the flood.. but that's just drama from my own imagination.

    Good job! I love reading stories centered on Teo and his father.
  • Whoa... that's so sad, but gorgeous too... :)
  • Afhaiojsdkfgasd that was lovely ;___;
  • Pretty. ♥ Smooth and well-written. I approve of the way he lets his dead wife go to focus on what life is left to him and his son. There's both deep grief and maturation there.
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