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FFM 7 - Jessebell's PartyJessebell's prom dress was delivered to Susan's door right on time. The corsage was being kept cool in the fridge, so as to last at least an hour for photographs. Susan shook out the dress before fitting it onto the mannequin. Jessebells' shoes were set under the dress, peeking out like sparkling little mice. The corsage came out of the fridge and was set on the glass table by the front door.
Susan surveyed the room. Everything looked picture-perfect. Flowers everywhere, but not tastelessly so. The table was clean but empty, ready to receive what was undoubtedly going to be a flood of cassaroles, cakes and more flowers.
The house was ready for the funeral reception.
Susan wiped another tear from her eye and opened the front door.
FFM 5 - Waiting on Nancy"It's a shame about her getting' raped and all," the bearded man said.
"Ugh. Don't bring up such a distasteful subject," the thin man said.
"Still, don't you think it's a shame? She must feel just awful."
"I believe the very idea of rape conjures all manner of 'awful' things, Jonas."
"You don't care much."
"Should I care?"
"Well, it's a nasty thing for a lady to live through! Feels like she'll never be clean again, never trustin' a man for nothing."
"Yes, it's very tragic."
The car filled up with annoyed silence. The summer heat was beginning to bake the men in earnest.
Sweat trickled down Jonas' neck.
"'s only natural to file a report," Jonas suddenly said. "Revenge, y'know, wantin' to set things right."
"You know, I've had it with your goddamn philosoh, about goddamn time."
A young woman was walking up to the coffee shop across the street.
"I'm just sayin' it's a terrible thing, rapin' business," Jonas muttered.
FFM 4 - Project EternityThere existed nothing in the Absence. In the Absence, he didn't exist. There could be a billion things passing through the Absence, but none of them truly existed. Nothing could exist in the Absence. It was the fraction of no time before time began ticking. It existed in one point, and that point was eternity itself.
Jamethen was cold with fear. His hands would not warm. His eyes ached from staring into the seething heart of her machine.
"I wish we could be certain this would work," he said again.
"Yes. Ah, yes, you did. Just..."
"It will work. I love you."
Jamethen felt some of his fear unwind from his heart.
"I love you too, Dearheart. I love you."
Amber light breathed in and out, bronze to gold. Pulsing with the heartbeat of an excited child, the thick liquid churned in her metal cage. She waited for him
FFM 3 - Water in the SkyThe color yellow ate at his eyes. The ground was a chaos of rocks, pits and ravines. The Yellow Veil of dust thinly covered the blue in the Sky. The rocks danced in the heat, but the sky itself was yellow and the mirages only spilled more sand into the world.
The footpath had disappeared. He walked on, his bare feet burning on the hard stone, the sound of his breath completely alone in the still air. He brushed his hands together again. All that was left of her was some flaking blood.
He thought of her.
Her midnight skin with thousands of silica stars sparkling in it. Her hair, like the strands of an unwound rope. Her body, every curve soft and full. And her eyes, like all their eyes, were the color of cool, wet clay.
His eyes were blue. Blue like the undusted Sky, blue like pools of Water. Their village had a well, a real well that had water for all seasons.
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