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Tiny little Lewis ficlette. Only 400 odd words, not even a ficlette. Just a li'l bit of Lewis introspection.
Shorter, broader, darker; Gray couldn’t be more different if he tried. Keen enthusiasm for the job peppered with a quick grin marking bursts of satisfaction. It was chalk and cheese, this new bloody Constable, wet behind the ears and…
Although there were flashes of inspiration, supported with a tenacious attention to detail and determination to see things through. Plus, a somewhat courageous perseverance in the face of an increasingly grumpy old man.
Okay, so perhaps there were some similarities between Gray and his …
His what though?
Hathaway was off doing good in the depths of Kosovo, back in the embrace of the church. And that was an unfair thought. He was doing good, making life better for people who still had a life, not digging through the secrets of the dead.
It’s just that retirement had seemed an age away, he’d had plenty of time. Time for what though? “World enough and time.” Just more time together he supposed. To work together.
Is that what he wanted? Retirement was his to reject or choose. Hathaway’s “You go I go”, bringing with it the assumption “You stay, I stay”. And so with months, years even, to go, the days had seemed endless. There’d always be tomorrow (you’d think he’d know better) and he’d have time (that bloody word again) enough to get used to the idea of change.
And then, with a flash of flower blossom and chaos it had been snatched away from him. Not literally, thank God, although it had seemed close, that hypodermic needle inches away. But time stolen away nonetheless.
And now here’s Hathaway in Pristina, getting a taste for a new (old? better?) life, a life that could reward him and offer salvage to a battered soul. A life where he could atone for his imagined sins.
It’s a role that would make him happy, would offer solid achievement, make tangible change – and that shouldn’t feel like a loss, shouldn’t feel like Hathaway is shutting himself into a new prison.
A new prison? Does that mean this life is a prison for him then? It seems so, contrast Gray; enthusiastic, open, keen, seeing Lewis as an opportunity.
How does Hathaway see him then?
No. He won’t go that route, he knows Hathaway l… likes him, trusts him (now at least), values his company. It’s shown every day in their exchanges, the mockery. In “You go, I go” Damn it. Is Lewis really all that kept him here?
And if so, why is he no longer enough?
Shorter, broader, darker; Gray couldn’t be more different if he tried. Keen enthusiasm for the job peppered with a quick grin marking bursts of satisfaction. It was chalk and cheese, this new bloody Constable, wet behind the ears and…
Although there were flashes of inspiration, supported with a tenacious attention to detail and determination to see things through. Plus, a somewhat courageous perseverance in the face of an increasingly grumpy old man.
Okay, so perhaps there were some similarities between Gray and his …
His what though?
Hathaway was off doing good in the depths of Kosovo, back in the embrace of the church. And that was an unfair thought. He was doing good, making life better for people who still had a life, not digging through the secrets of the dead.
It’s just that retirement had seemed an age away, he’d had plenty of time. Time for what though? “World enough and time.” Just more time together he supposed. To work together.
Is that what he wanted? Retirement was his to reject or choose. Hathaway’s “You go I go”, bringing with it the assumption “You stay, I stay”. And so with months, years even, to go, the days had seemed endless. There’d always be tomorrow (you’d think he’d know better) and he’d have time (that bloody word again) enough to get used to the idea of change.
And then, with a flash of flower blossom and chaos it had been snatched away from him. Not literally, thank God, although it had seemed close, that hypodermic needle inches away. But time stolen away nonetheless.
And now here’s Hathaway in Pristina, getting a taste for a new (old? better?) life, a life that could reward him and offer salvage to a battered soul. A life where he could atone for his imagined sins.
It’s a role that would make him happy, would offer solid achievement, make tangible change – and that shouldn’t feel like a loss, shouldn’t feel like Hathaway is shutting himself into a new prison.
A new prison? Does that mean this life is a prison for him then? It seems so, contrast Gray; enthusiastic, open, keen, seeing Lewis as an opportunity.
How does Hathaway see him then?
No. He won’t go that route, he knows Hathaway l… likes him, trusts him (now at least), values his company. It’s shown every day in their exchanges, the mockery. In “You go, I go” Damn it. Is Lewis really all that kept him here?
And if so, why is he no longer enough?
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