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A very short and complete story I wrote last night on the way back from London. Based on a "what if" for an event from The School at the Chalet

She laid her head against the cold glass and gazed unseeingly out of the rain splashed window of the train taking her back to England. Somewhere in the darkness the countryside was rolling quickly past. She owned to herself that she was exhausted, physically and mentally, broken by all she had undergone in the last weeks. The venture that had started so brightly less than a year ago was over, and she didn’t really care. The eager presence that had accompanied her to Austria was gone, gone forever, and the circumstances had made her position there untenable. Even if it hadn’t, she had no desire to remain. The deaths of two pupils, including her own sister were a blow she did not think she would ever be able to move past. The school had been so tiny that breaking it up and selling the assets had not been difficult, and she had remained in Austria only two weeks after the awful event. The service had been charmingly simple, the casket interred as close to Joey’s beloved Tiernsee as possible. A single tear rolled down Madge Bettany’s cheek as she thought of her sister, lost, a casualty of the cruel Tiernjoch.

Date: 21 June 2008 12:30 pm (UTC)
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As ever, excellent story!

Date: 21 June 2008 12:53 pm (UTC)
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I very much feel that you *are* a writer

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