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sidewaysTitle: Screening and Selection
Challenge/Prompt: #168 - Help
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own terrible ideas.
Summary: A tutor must be safe to have around the children.
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The madam frets and the sir frowns, but it’s the guard who suggests taking his thumbs.
“Can’t hold no blade nor staff nor strangling wire that way,” he says, hooking his own into his belt in placid mockery.
(In eight years’ time he will lean upon the guard’s chest and gently, so gently, press the heels of his palms against the bulge of his throat. The eyelids will twitch, sluggish with the numbing poison swept under the taste of wine, and open just wide enough to see curled lips over yellow teeth.)
His fingers clench.
“Safest bet,” the guard says.
Challenge/Prompt: #168 - Help
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own terrible ideas.
Summary: A tutor must be safe to have around the children.
◘◘◘
The madam frets and the sir frowns, but it’s the guard who suggests taking his thumbs.
“Can’t hold no blade nor staff nor strangling wire that way,” he says, hooking his own into his belt in placid mockery.
(In eight years’ time he will lean upon the guard’s chest and gently, so gently, press the heels of his palms against the bulge of his throat. The eyelids will twitch, sluggish with the numbing poison swept under the taste of wine, and open just wide enough to see curled lips over yellow teeth.)
His fingers clench.
“Safest bet,” the guard says.