Darling du jour
Mar. 21st, 2011 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceActually this isn't really a darling, so much as the pivot of the novel, What It's All About; and that might make it a spoiler except that it's barely a quarter of the way through and more likely than not will end up on the back of the book, so no. Not going to worry about that. And I do love it, rather. So here, have a piece of prose:
Airmen who couldn’t fly: they’d need a new objective. But if they couldn’t fly, neither could they fight. Surely? One-handed or claw-handed, twisted all out of shape, they didn’t fit the military machine any more, they weren’t apt parts...
There was something they could do, and he didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to hear it. She was trembling already on the brink of understanding, one step short.
There were German uniforms upstairs. Luftwaffe uniforms, she realised suddenly, a dawning light that only added to the fog of mystery. They were training like soldiers and dressing up like the airmen they could no longer be, the enemy airmen they never were, and...
Airmen who couldn’t fly: they’d need a new objective. But if they couldn’t fly, neither could they fight. Surely? One-handed or claw-handed, twisted all out of shape, they didn’t fit the military machine any more, they weren’t apt parts...
There was something they could do, and he didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to hear it. She was trembling already on the brink of understanding, one step short.
There were German uniforms upstairs. Luftwaffe uniforms, she realised suddenly, a dawning light that only added to the fog of mystery. They were training like soldiers and dressing up like the airmen they could no longer be, the enemy airmen they never were, and...