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S through Z › Shawshank Redemption
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,328
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Shawshank Redemption, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Title: Saved
Author: Sann M
Pairing: Red-Andy
Warning: FRAO
Disclaimer: I do not own anything... I just like to move them
around on my chess board.
Feedback would be awesome!!!
I remembered. Remembered every moment, of everyday for the past twenty years. I remembered the way it felt, the smell of sweat, and hopelessness. The sounds never stopping, and even if it did the machines still buzzed in your ears. Now, the sounds were different. The sounds never stopped but instead of bells, there was the lap of the ocean. Instead of the slam of metal doors, the sound of saw paper against wood. Nothing else seemed to matter.
On days such as this, where I only fixed the boat, the memories would scream till every lap of a ocean wave was Red’s voice. Sometimes, it would keep me going, but other times it was a constant hell. His voice echoing through my ears till I had to run into my house, just to escape it. I missed Red, sometimes more then I missed my wife. I loved her but somehow she never seemed know me. Or maybe, it was because I never really knew her.
Red knew me better then anyone had ever known me, the way he sometimes looked at me with a understanding. As if words were not needed with our friendship. It was just above that, it was almost like a connection that had set in when I had first spoken to Red. Twenty years seemed almost to intensify the feeling of friendship...and sometimes hopes for more.
Many of the guys had friendships, or just understandings that would sate their sexual frustrations. Sometime I would lay on my bunk at night, just thinking of what Red’s kiss would feel like. It would keep me company in the hole at times, but it never came around. I had tried to hint a couple of times but Red just would crinkle his brow as if contemplating something before he would continue on the conversation.
So, for twenty years I had used my hand. Dreams of my wife, but the last ten years before the break out it was Red. I think the first time I had ever truly felt want for Red was seeing that picture of Judy. At my ten year anniversary at Shawshank I masturbated to the thought of Red looking at Marilyn. Everyday since then I found myself thinking of Red all the time.
Now, I have the memories but it is not the same. The connection just wasn’t as strong, as it was when I was in Shawshank. Some days I wonder if the connection is weakened from the distance or the thoughts that Red may never get out. The thought is hell at times.
But now I will just keep sanding the boat, just keep going remembering what I had. Till the day that Red come. He will come. He has to come.
Author: Sann M
Pairing: Red-Andy
Warning: FRAO
Disclaimer: I do not own anything... I just like to move them
around on my chess board.
Feedback would be awesome!!!
I remembered. Remembered every moment, of everyday for the past twenty years. I remembered the way it felt, the smell of sweat, and hopelessness. The sounds never stopping, and even if it did the machines still buzzed in your ears. Now, the sounds were different. The sounds never stopped but instead of bells, there was the lap of the ocean. Instead of the slam of metal doors, the sound of saw paper against wood. Nothing else seemed to matter.
On days such as this, where I only fixed the boat, the memories would scream till every lap of a ocean wave was Red’s voice. Sometimes, it would keep me going, but other times it was a constant hell. His voice echoing through my ears till I had to run into my house, just to escape it. I missed Red, sometimes more then I missed my wife. I loved her but somehow she never seemed know me. Or maybe, it was because I never really knew her.
Red knew me better then anyone had ever known me, the way he sometimes looked at me with a understanding. As if words were not needed with our friendship. It was just above that, it was almost like a connection that had set in when I had first spoken to Red. Twenty years seemed almost to intensify the feeling of friendship...and sometimes hopes for more.
Many of the guys had friendships, or just understandings that would sate their sexual frustrations. Sometime I would lay on my bunk at night, just thinking of what Red’s kiss would feel like. It would keep me company in the hole at times, but it never came around. I had tried to hint a couple of times but Red just would crinkle his brow as if contemplating something before he would continue on the conversation.
So, for twenty years I had used my hand. Dreams of my wife, but the last ten years before the break out it was Red. I think the first time I had ever truly felt want for Red was seeing that picture of Judy. At my ten year anniversary at Shawshank I masturbated to the thought of Red looking at Marilyn. Everyday since then I found myself thinking of Red all the time.
Now, I have the memories but it is not the same. The connection just wasn’t as strong, as it was when I was in Shawshank. Some days I wonder if the connection is weakened from the distance or the thoughts that Red may never get out. The thought is hell at times.
But now I will just keep sanding the boat, just keep going remembering what I had. Till the day that Red come. He will come. He has to come.