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katikatTitle: Counting Scars
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Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries
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Prompt: # 3, Ritual
It was Donald's nightly ritual. A little morbid, masochistic even, guilt trip down the memory lane.
Every night after Timmy fell asleep, Donald counted the scars that marred his lover's body. It was his prayer, his way to thank God for keeping Timothy alive, maybe a little more mangled and world weary, but alive.
Tracing the pale scars, the puckered, healed reminders, with his fingertips, Donald remembered…
Timmy… thrown through a glass door… shot… stabbed… hit by a car…
There were so many of them, so many scars, so many near-misses. And Donald swore never to forget.
The End
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katikatFandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries
Dislaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Prompt: # 3, Ritual
It was Donald's nightly ritual. A little morbid, masochistic even, guilt trip down the memory lane.
Every night after Timmy fell asleep, Donald counted the scars that marred his lover's body. It was his prayer, his way to thank God for keeping Timothy alive, maybe a little more mangled and world weary, but alive.
Tracing the pale scars, the puckered, healed reminders, with his fingertips, Donald remembered…
Timmy… thrown through a glass door… shot… stabbed… hit by a car…
There were so many of them, so many scars, so many near-misses. And Donald swore never to forget.
The End
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