Pterry

Mar. 12th, 2015 05:15 pm
[personal profile] magister
The man stood, looking out across the desert. He took his hat off for a second, then replaced it, tugging the brim back down to shade his eyes. He wasn't entirely certain where he was, but he had his suspicions. He realised there was a bag slung over his shoulder, so he rummaged in it, more for form than out of any genuine hope that it might contain an answer. A crumpled piece of paper came to light. He smoothed it out.

I ATENT DEAD.

He screwed it up again. It didn't seem to fit any more. More rummaging produced a bottle of pills with a rather dessicated-looking frog on the label, a child's picture book, a battered hat with "WIZZARD" emblazoned on it in sequins. There didn't seem to be even a million to one chance that any of it might be of use, so he put everything back in the bag and looked round for somewhere to leave it.

This was when he noticed the shadow next to him. It was roughly man shaped, if that were a particularly thin man - one might even say emaciated. Indeed, the phrase skin and bone might have been thought of specifically for this figure, particularly if one missed out the bit about the skin. The figure was enveloped entirely in robes and standing quite motionless,gazing down at him.

He gazed back up, his beard jutting pugnaciously.

"Well? What happens now?"

The figure continued to gaze silently. It was a silence that one might feel should be expressed in block capitals, were such a thing possible.

The man's expression softened. He reached up to pat where a shoulder might have been expected to be. Something rattled faintly under the robes.

"Here," he said, handing over the bag. "Look after it all. I've put a lot of work into it." He turned and stumped away across the desert.

Death stood holding the bag and watched him go. Normally on these occasions, he could find something to say, but this was different. Something had changed and the words weren't there any more. Finally, as the man dwindled into a speck in the heat haze, he found the right words to say. Really, the only words.

"THANK YOU." He hoped the man could hear.

The rest was silence.

RIP Pterry.

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Date: 2015-03-12 06:53 pm (UTC)
rmc28: Rachel smiling against background of trees, with newly-cut short hair (Default)
From: [personal profile] rmc28
Beautifully done.

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Date: 2015-03-12 07:06 pm (UTC)
miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
From: [personal profile] miss_s_b
Dammit. Should have taken your advice.

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Date: 2015-03-12 07:09 pm (UTC)
miss_s_b: (Default)
From: [personal profile] miss_s_b
PS: the thing before this to make me cry was https://twitter.com/DrCuriosity/status/576095396461580288

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Date: 2015-03-12 07:34 pm (UTC)
miss_s_b: (Default)
From: [personal profile] miss_s_b
It's beautiful

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Date: 2015-03-12 07:27 pm (UTC)
purplecat: Hand Drawn picture of a Toy Cat (Default)
From: [personal profile] purplecat
Brilliantly done!

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Date: 2015-03-12 08:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hollymath
You're marvelous and I love you.

(These things are always true, of course, but they're especially so when you do something like write this.)

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:04 pm (UTC)
nanila: me (Default)
From: [personal profile] nanila
All the furious blinking over here is just because there's something in my eye.

No really.

Okay, maybe not. Still, thank you for this.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hollymath
Yeah, definitely something in the air today; so many people have something in their eye. Or allergies. Yeah. Allergies.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:13 pm (UTC)
nanila: me (Default)
From: [personal profile] nanila
Terrible allergies. I find I'm particularly allergic to Twitter at the moment, which is awash in links to various tributes that keep setting mine off.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:17 pm (UTC)
hollymath: (Default)
From: [personal profile] hollymath
This has made me smile actually: I think, in one way or another, I'm always allergic to Twitter. :) (I've been back all of five days, after a two-year hiatus!)

But yeah. I felt absolutely wrung-out after a couple hours' worth of Twitter this afternoon.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hollymath
(I've just sent you a friend request on Twitter, but don't worry if you don't feel like exposing yourself to more allergens right now, cos that's all I've posted today!)

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] thady
This was beautiful. Thank you.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:22 pm (UTC)
sfred: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sfred
Thank you.

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Date: 2015-03-13 10:42 am (UTC)
sfred: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sfred
It's the best way to express what I feel, too: I'm very grateful when people much more eloquent than I am do that.

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Date: 2015-03-12 09:28 pm (UTC)
kaberett: Overlaid Mars & Venus symbols, with Swiss Army knife tools at other positions around the central circle. (Default)
From: [personal profile] kaberett
Thank you. Crying again.

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Date: 2015-03-13 11:00 am (UTC)
hollymath: (Default)
From: [personal profile] hollymath
Yeah, this is the only time James has made me cry. :) And the only Pratchett-related thing that made me cry.

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Date: 2015-03-12 10:13 pm (UTC)
mother_bones: small fat bird looking straight into the camera (fat bird)
From: [personal profile] mother_bones
Thank you.

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Date: 2015-03-12 11:39 pm (UTC)
hairyears: (Default)
From: [personal profile] hairyears
Thank you.

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Date: 2015-03-13 01:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sir_guinglain
As I keep apologising for, I could never really become a convert to Pratchett's writing, but this reflects the best part. Thanks.

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Date: 2015-03-14 10:53 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lark_ascends
Beautiful.

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