JWP FIC: State of Mind (BBC-Sherlock)
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monkeybardState of Mind (BBC-verse)
Author: MonkeyBard
Rating: PG
Summary: Time and distance.
Characters: John Watson
Warnings: PTSD symptoms
Word count: 100
Date: 8 July 2013
Prompt: Forced perspective: Either use the concept in your story, or find an image that uses this technique and use it as the basis for the story. (If the latter, please include a link to the picture if possible; we'd love to see it!)
A/N: This would probably be considered a cheat on the prompt if I were playing for points and prizes. Since I'm not, I'm calling it fair enough. ;-)
John heard the buzzing whine before he saw what caused it. The weird noise sent a shiver down his spine and put a twist in his stomach. Sudden panic such as he'd not felt in months gripped him and he spun around, desperately seeking cover.
That was when he spotted it, when reality slammed him back into the present. Not Afghanistan, but Hyde Park on a summer afternoon. Not the sound of a distant, fast-approaching shell. Only a boy and his father playing with an R/C helicopter.
Time hadn't yet healed all wounds, but it had allowed him some perspective.
Author: MonkeyBard
Rating: PG
Summary: Time and distance.
Characters: John Watson
Warnings: PTSD symptoms
Word count: 100
Date: 8 July 2013
Prompt: Forced perspective: Either use the concept in your story, or find an image that uses this technique and use it as the basis for the story. (If the latter, please include a link to the picture if possible; we'd love to see it!)
A/N: This would probably be considered a cheat on the prompt if I were playing for points and prizes. Since I'm not, I'm calling it fair enough. ;-)
John heard the buzzing whine before he saw what caused it. The weird noise sent a shiver down his spine and put a twist in his stomach. Sudden panic such as he'd not felt in months gripped him and he spun around, desperately seeking cover.
That was when he spotted it, when reality slammed him back into the present. Not Afghanistan, but Hyde Park on a summer afternoon. Not the sound of a distant, fast-approaching shell. Only a boy and his father playing with an R/C helicopter.
Time hadn't yet healed all wounds, but it had allowed him some perspective.
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Date: 2013-07-09 05:19 pm (UTC)