He took the camera with him to the sea wall, near the Forty Foot, and took photograph after photograph of the white-crested waves, as if Jim Mack might appear, a pale smear of flesh in the hapless sea.
Warnings: Underage characters committing lewd acts, implied clergy abuse, language, unresolved sexual tension, multiple personalities. Disclaimer: Not mine! Word Count: 821 Beta: la_dissonance Author's Notes: I think I might be the only person to ever write fanfiction based on this novel?[ EDIT: Such lies. Look at this: fortyfoot ] This means ya'll should come to my one-person fandom. I don't think that you have to read the book to understand the fic, but by all means, read the sodding book. It's brilliant, and I stayed up all night reading it. Here is a good version of Siúil a Rúin, but if you're looking for a more modern version, Celtic Woman is always awesome. This is the camera. Did my best to be historically accurate and all that love jazz, but I allow for mistakes and appreciate constructive criticism. Thanks to la_dissonance, my awesome beta and friend. All remaining mistakes are my fault.