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sixpenceee:Memorial to the Victims of Communism, This is located…

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Memorial to the Victims of Communism, This is located in Prague, Czech Republic. It shows seven bronze figures descending a flight of stairs. The statues appear more “decayed” the further away they are from you, losing limbs and their bodies breaking open. It symbolizes how political prisoners were affected by Communism. (Source)

Fanfiction – Scalpel & Needle III

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Arc I – Incision, Arc II – Deep Tissue, Christmas Ficlet, Previously

According to the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Nodus Tollens is the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Scalpel
& Needle III

Part IV – Nodus Tollens

For the next couple of nights, Claire Beauchamp pretended to fall
asleep on the living room couch and there remained until sunrise. It was a move
that made her feel duplicitous and uncaring, but the alternative was to face all
the things she was slowly losing, the presence of Jamie’s body like an accusing
finger, permanently pointing at her.

The male surgeon tried to reason with her; first with tenderness and
understanding, and eventually with exasperation and frustration. He attempted
to soothe her with reassurances and to rile her up to combat in turns; but to
every challenge she answered with defeat and fallback.

That night was a particular torture – still unable to start hormonal
replacement therapy, as she hadn’t heard from her last tests, the hot flashes
punished her relentlessly. Even the soft leather of the couch seemed unbearable
to her body; so, at some point in the unfathomable darkness, Claire almost crawled
across the crooked floor to the balcony’s doors and threw them open, laying on
the floor half-sited against the cool wall.

A cold breeze swirled around Edinburgh and her perspired and greedy skin
took it gratefully, leaving her numb enough to fall asleep in that bizarre
position.

Sometime later, Claire came awake with a gasp, feeling Jamie’s arms
carrying her to the bedroom. His body was warm and pliable, open to the night, whispering
secrets to her skin. “What are you doing?” She asked groggily.

“Will ye no’ let me take care of ye, mo ghraidh?” He asked back, his voice unhinged by sleep and sadness,
as he gently set her down on the empty bed. Jamie’s naked torso looked silvery under
the moonlight streaming from the skylight, a creature of the moon, the man who occupied
its every side.

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