Challenge 9: Style: Present Tense
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eaemiliaTitle: Tea
Word Count: 269
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Abortion
Summary: There is a brief moment of indecision, but Grace won't let herself regret this.
It’s the waiting that makes Grace second guess herself.
She doesn’t want the child, having one is honestly the last thing that she wants right now. But as she waits for the apothecary to finish mixing and brewing the tea she wonders if she shouldn’t just keep it.
Either way, there’s a chance for trouble. If she keeps it, she will most likely never marry and will, regardless, always have the shame of a bastard child hanging over her, but if anyone finds out about this, she will be utterly ruined. The Council’s morality laws are strict and numerous, and she has managed to break at least a dozen, but while sleeping with a stranger and getting pregnant would get her a fine at most, aborting it would not be stood for.
But that’s only if she is found out.
It’s only when the apothecary comes out with her steaming cup of tea that Grace stops her pacing.
Anxiety and indecision still grips her as the woman holds out the cup. The tea is dark and almost scentless, but it sets her stomach rolling.
But looking at the cup of tea, she knows. She would rather look over her shoulder for the next month than spend the rest of her life raising a child in shame. The indecision that claims her disappears because she does not want this child. Perhaps it is selfish of her, but she will not let herself regret this. This is what she wants.
The tea is bitter as she gulps it down, but her mother always tells her that the best medicine is bitter.
Word Count: 269
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any) none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Abortion
Summary: There is a brief moment of indecision, but Grace won't let herself regret this.
It’s the waiting that makes Grace second guess herself.
She doesn’t want the child, having one is honestly the last thing that she wants right now. But as she waits for the apothecary to finish mixing and brewing the tea she wonders if she shouldn’t just keep it.
Either way, there’s a chance for trouble. If she keeps it, she will most likely never marry and will, regardless, always have the shame of a bastard child hanging over her, but if anyone finds out about this, she will be utterly ruined. The Council’s morality laws are strict and numerous, and she has managed to break at least a dozen, but while sleeping with a stranger and getting pregnant would get her a fine at most, aborting it would not be stood for.
But that’s only if she is found out.
It’s only when the apothecary comes out with her steaming cup of tea that Grace stops her pacing.
Anxiety and indecision still grips her as the woman holds out the cup. The tea is dark and almost scentless, but it sets her stomach rolling.
But looking at the cup of tea, she knows. She would rather look over her shoulder for the next month than spend the rest of her life raising a child in shame. The indecision that claims her disappears because she does not want this child. Perhaps it is selfish of her, but she will not let herself regret this. This is what she wants.
The tea is bitter as she gulps it down, but her mother always tells her that the best medicine is bitter.
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on 2013-03-27 12:01 pm (UTC)