30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 3 - SOUND
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x_erikah_xSo far, so good. Let's see if I can keep this up. Sorry for the unbeta-ed state of all the drabbles.
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Prompt #3: Sound
Author:x_erikah_x
Word count: 324
Sound
By ErikaHK
Gunfire and explosions. John didn’t necessarily like those sounds, but they were part of him.
They surrounded him and penetrated his ears.
They filled the air, and deafened him.
The air was black and gray smoke, the clear blue sky was only a dream beyond it. Red and yellow fire crept into the edges of his vision.
He blinked slowly.
The green grass beneath his body had turned into mud long before he had fallen, destroying the footprints and hints of flowers among its shy leaves.
Blood oozed from his chest. His fingers wanted to wrap themselves and cover the wound, but they barely moved an inch and continued to rest beside him.
The sounds grew louder. He wanted to turn his head towards them. He needed to know if the increased firing meant his team was still okay.
That they were coming for him.
The sound of burning fire was almost silence when the weapons stopped firing.
And in the silence, a comforting voice.
“We’ll take you home, John.”
There is a DAY 1 drabble in
roo1965's LJ. Prompt #3: Sound
Author:
x_erikah_xWord count: 324
Sound
By ErikaHK
Gunfire and explosions. John didn’t necessarily like those sounds, but they were part of him.
They surrounded him and penetrated his ears.
They filled the air, and deafened him.
The air was black and gray smoke, the clear blue sky was only a dream beyond it. Red and yellow fire crept into the edges of his vision.
He blinked slowly.
The green grass beneath his body had turned into mud long before he had fallen, destroying the footprints and hints of flowers among its shy leaves.
Blood oozed from his chest. His fingers wanted to wrap themselves and cover the wound, but they barely moved an inch and continued to rest beside him.
The sounds grew louder. He wanted to turn his head towards them. He needed to know if the increased firing meant his team was still okay.
That they were coming for him.
The sound of burning fire was almost silence when the weapons stopped firing.
And in the silence, a comforting voice.
“We’ll take you home, John.”
