Six Sentence Sunday
Feb. 24th, 2019 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogiewoogiebuglegalHere's today's edition of Six Sentence Sunday, from the last section of Chapter Nine of "The Ability to Stop."
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T’Challa slept beside her, warm and very deeply asleep. Nakia smiled; she doubted he’d had much rest lately. She rose from their bed and dressed. There were the morning prayers to be performed, but Nakia was not particularly devout and Wakanda’s gods had never been the type to demand unconditional obedience anyway. But there was the ancestral altar, and she winced, thinking of how she hadn’t been able to be there for T’Chaka’s funeral--- T’Chaka, who had accepted her fully as his third daughter. Bast, but she missed him.
She washed her face and her hands, activating the small candle on the altar that flickered to life with a holographic flame. “I am sorry,” she murmured. “I should have been there. I should have---” her voice choked on the words.
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T’Challa slept beside her, warm and very deeply asleep. Nakia smiled; she doubted he’d had much rest lately. She rose from their bed and dressed. There were the morning prayers to be performed, but Nakia was not particularly devout and Wakanda’s gods had never been the type to demand unconditional obedience anyway. But there was the ancestral altar, and she winced, thinking of how she hadn’t been able to be there for T’Chaka’s funeral--- T’Chaka, who had accepted her fully as his third daughter. Bast, but she missed him.
She washed her face and her hands, activating the small candle on the altar that flickered to life with a holographic flame. “I am sorry,” she murmured. “I should have been there. I should have---” her voice choked on the words.
