Tomorrow, Wednesday, August 8, the 2012 round
fkficfest will be over, which makes it time for the dead dog party for those still inspired by their recent FK writing and reading.
This is the post for the drabble/ficlet/comment-fic stories that will make up the Dead Dog Party for
fkficfest 2012. ANYONE may participate by writing, reading and cheerleading (all you
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Natalie stood by the graveside. There were few mourners; and her attendance was obvious. After Patrick tossed a ritual handful into the grave, Peggy Bolger came over to speak to the stranger.
“I know she used to live in Toronto,” she said to Natalie. “Were you friends?”
“We had friends in common,” Natalie said, choosing her words.
Mrs Bolger turned to look at Patrick, who was staring at the men who waited, with tactful impatience, until his departure.
“Her brother never came.”
Although the woman strove for a level tone, Natalie could hear undertones of condemnation. Unless he were lying at death’s door in hospital, Janette’s brother should be here-but, of course, he wasn’t. And couldn’t be.
There was no way to explain.
“Do you know him?” Mrs Bolger asked.
“Yes,” Natalie admitted, to this woman as she had not done to Tracy. At some times, in some places, honesty is the only policy. She could not lie at the grave. It could, after all, so easily have ( ... )
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Thank you for sharing "Truth and Consequences"! And thank you for your clear efforts to help this game go out with a happy flourish; I appreciate them.
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Hmmm. Your comment suggests that the last line (Whether she would see her again, she doubted. Vampires always move on.) was badly phrased. For Natalie to think that she won't likely see Janette again because vampires always move on was intended to indicate that-whether Janette did or did not survive-Natalie thinks that she did (though as a vampire ( ... )
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