for what you really are
Shauna/Marcia, Cassandra. 212 words. For femslash100.
“Look, I’m not one of these… hippies, but that doesn’t change the fact that the end is near! And not by some terrible fire-breathing cult figure, but by a no-longer-benevolent God!” Marcia Langman is tugging on Shauna’s sleeve, licking her lips like a lion at dinner, and this is getting old fast. Normally, Shauna can deal with the crazies with an extra Xanax, but today is pushing her limits. She almost wishes that the Zorpies are right. Getting her face burned off would be better than this.
It’s hopeless, but she goes in anyway. “Ms. Langman. Newspapers are for reporting the facts, not wild speculation. If you’d like to see your viewpoint in print, I’m sure the editor would be happy to read a letter.”
“I’ve sent several! No reply! I’m sorry, Ms. Malwae-Tweep, but this is starting to look like religious persecution.” Marcia’s hand tightens on Shauna’s wrist. She thinks, briefly, about calling the police over. “I’d like to implore you to include a non-heathen view point in your article.”
Marcia, due to the lack of police intervention, isn’t letting go. Shauna sees no other way out, so she places her atheist hand on Marcia’s, squeezes and asks, smiling when Marcia’s face lights up like Christmas morning. More like Easter, maybe.
