Prompt: #150 Prayer
Word count: 100
Pairing: Ian, OC
Summary: Ian doesn't blame God for much.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Comforting (#150 Prayer)
“...I was pinned under his corpse, Father.”
“And you blame God?”
“No. I blame the wet weather, the blind turn, shot break pads, the fact that my brother and I were acting like brothers and our dad turned around to tell us to shut up. The tree helped as well.”
“Then what do you blame God for?”
“My mother’s prayers. Six inches away, she bled out. She didn’t cry for help or reach for me or my brother or father. She just lay there and prayed.”
“I’m sure it gave her great comfort.”
“She exanguated, Father. How comfortable is that?”