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| Dark Knight of the Soul; Yvonne's final moments | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 11 2010, 02:46 PM (852 Views) | |
| mlbach | Oct 11 2010, 02:46 PM Post #1 |
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Keys for the handcuffs!
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This story has been copied and pasted and is now the Epilogue of The Right Tackle. Disclaimer: Shed Productions made these characters, wrote the original stories, and have full copyright to them. We are using these characters simply for non-profit entertainment value. I am happy to accept feedback openly by readers. (BOARD NOTE we would recommend if any length i.e. more than a couple of points, it is done privately away from the story itself). This piece is short, and just one part. I couldn't bear the thought of Yvonne dying all alone. This fits in with my world-view, which may not coincide with yours... “You’re dying, Yvonne.” “Nikki? Shit, I must be delirious.” ‘You were—you’re beyond that, now.” “Don’t believe ya.” “Come on, Yvonne—when have I not been straight with you?” “Talkin’ or shaggin?” Nikki chuckled. “How the hell’d ya get in here?” “You must have been thinking about me.” “Yeah—I was. I was thinkin’ I shoulda been more careful, like ya said.” “I should have known better than to tell you that—I might as well have told you to stop breathing.” “Well, what’re ya waitin’ for? Get me outta here.” “Would if I could, love, but you’re not ready to go through walls, yet.” “You what?” “You’re still alive. Barely.” Yvonne thought a moment. “So you’re not here in the flesh?” “Nope.” “Where the hell are ya?” “At home, asleep.” “It’s night, then? ‘Cuz I know the time—I just lost track of whether it’s day or night.” “Yeah, it’s night. But as F. Scott said, 'In the dark night of the soul, it’s always three o’clock in the morning.'” “Who?” “F. Scott Fitzgerald.” “Fitzgerald? Another bleedin’ Scot? You’ll be recitin’ Bobby Burns to me, next.” “Irish, actually. And a Yank. I was hoping you might end up there.” “I was thinkin’ of that as a possible destination, meself. But, best laid plans, an’ all that…” “Now who’s reciting Burns?” ”What…? Oh, yeah.” She laughed and sat up. “Oh—there you are…Is it me, or is it getting lighter in here?” “It’s you, love.” “Hey—who’s that lyin’ th—? Oh…That’s me, dead, innit?” “Yep.” She thought a moment. “It didn’t hurt, this time.” “And you don’t have any parts missing, for a change.” “Ya know, compared to most battles we’ve fought together, this one was taking the piss.” “Well, I hope it’s the last one, ‘cuz it’s getting kinda old.” “Yeah. Bleedin’ waste of time, most of it…So, where do I go now?” “Same as always—anywhere you want.” “Hmm—I have half a mind to look up Charlie and kick his bleedin’ arse.” “Too late. He’s a toddler in Clapham Park. I should say, ‘she.’” “Bloody hell.” “A right little hard case she’s turning into, too. She’ll end up in here in fifteen years.” “Poor Charlie—I wouldn’t wish that on me worst enemy. Well, maybe Fenner,” “The world won’t have to worry about Jim bloody Fenner for too much longer.” "That bastard has a lot t' answer for." "Makes you wonder where he'll decide to go next. Probably someplace really nasty." "Yeah--I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.” She smiled, “Thanks for bein’ here, Nikki.” “I’m glad I was able to be here. Thanks for thinking of me.” “You won’t remember any of this, will ya?” “No. And when I do find out you’re dead, it’s really going to tear me up.” “I’m sorry, love.” “That’s the risk we run, innit? It’s still worth it—loving someone.” “Yeah…Speakin’ of which—things workin’ out with you an’ Stewart?” “Mostly. She worries about me and she still tries to protect me, but I’m OK with it, so far. I’ll stand up and grow a pair when I need to, a year or so from now.” “Huh. I’d love to see that.” “Well, why don’t you stick around? You don’t have to be anywhere, do you? Not like Charlie. He died so suddenly he dove right back in again. His choice, but you can choose differently.” ”Maybe I will. I’d like to see Lauren. And me grandkids.” “They’ll be able to see you, too, while they’re still young enough.” Yvonne shifted restlessly. “I think I’m ready to leave this dump. Wanna come with me?” “I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you. And I can’t travel as far. I’m still tied to my body.” “I hope we can talk like this again.” “If I think of you just before I fall asleep, we can.” “’Bye, then, Nikki. Think of me.” “I will. ‘Bye, Yvonne.” |
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| zena | Oct 11 2010, 03:08 PM Post #2 |
I said SIT IN THAT CHAIR
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Loved it, I read some where,shed was going to save Von, but she wanted to leave the show. Too bad she was Larkhall. |
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| Jane22 | Oct 11 2010, 05:17 PM Post #3 |
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G2 landing
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Great short. Thanks for sharing! |
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| mlbach | Oct 12 2010, 12:26 AM Post #4 |
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Keys for the handcuffs!
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Thanks, both of you. I almost didn't post it, it was so short. I'm glad now I did. Zena, I didn't know that about Yvonne's character. Yeah, she was Larkhall. But if she had to leave the show, I wish she had escaped. *sigh* |
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| yankeelady | Dec 6 2010, 05:32 AM Post #5 |
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G3 Curtain and Duvet!
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Hiya, I haven't been on the board very much as of late, and I just saw your story. Very short, but very sweet. I agree with you completely...no one should die alone... |
| Nikki...Don't get jealous... | |
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| mlbach | Dec 6 2010, 03:02 PM Post #6 |
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Keys for the handcuffs!
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Hi, yankeelady, I'm so glad you liked it, and welcome back to the board. (I'm still a newbie, so I still check everyday. ) Your post has nudged me to add a note at the beginning of this topic that I should have added weeks ago--this story has been copied and pasted and is now the Epilogue to The Right Tackle.You may not have ventured into that story, otherwise, and for that reason, I'm glad you ventured into this one. Here's to all of us being surrounded by friends, corporeal or otherwise, when our time comes .
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) Your post has nudged me to add a note at the beginning of this topic that I should have added weeks ago--this story has been copied and pasted and is now the Epilogue to The Right Tackle.
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