c a e s u r a

Caesura
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: Written for the SV Wednesday 100. These were the parameters: A man is sitting on the stairs. There's something in his hands that holds his attention. A woman comes up from behind and sits down with him. Someone is headed in their direction, but hasn't been spotted.

Notes: Thanks to Jen, Dot, Meg and Pete'n'Melissa. To Corinna for the idea, and to Bethy for the editing.

Date: March 26, 2003

His breath comes in wheezes. He stops, sitting on the steps.

He stares at the ring; the kryptonite sparkles even in the dim light of the stairwell, otherworldly in its beauty. It was supposed to protect him from his enemy, not kill him slowly from the inside out.

A breeze wafts over him and he turns, irritated. On the step above him sits a young woman with wild, dark hair, a silver ankh around her neck.

"It's time."

"He'll be here."

"He'll be too late."

She extends her hand. Lex takes it.

Then he doesn't need to breathe at all.

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