September 11th, 2006
|03:44 pm - 9/11 Reminiscences|
I almost put up part of my private journal entry from that fateful day...but seeing that everyone is doing something similar, I decided to see what my fictional fandom people are thinking about it, now that it's been five years.
Call this a tribute, if you will. I'm sure Jim & Blair, Darien & Hobbes & Adam Reese (if you remember him), and Charlie Eppes feel that way about it.
The crack of canvas in September wind sounded loud even to Blair’s ears.
He glanced up at the flag outside the station, lowered somberly to half-mast, a blur of red, white, and speckled blue against the pale sun-washed sky.
His next step nearly slammed him into his partner. Jim had stopped there on the sidewalk, shoulders straight and back stiff as if at attention. Blair glanced at his friend’s unblinking eyes, and followed their gaze to the flag.
Blair put a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Jim?”
The ex-military cop blinked once. “It’s okay, Chief. Just remembering.”
“Yeah.” Blair sighed.
Subject: FW: So, 9/11. . . .
Crap, Hobbes. He’s never asked me about this before. What the hell should I say?
>Forward from: firstname.lastname@example.org
>Subject: So, 9/11. . . .
>This might sound kinda weird. But I keep seeing all the stuff on >TV, now that’s been 5 years. Everybody at school remembers what >happened, they’ve all got stories about how they heard and how weird >it was.
>I wasn’t even around. I was doing my popsicle impression.
>Maybe you could tell me about it?
>You don’t have to. I just figured you’d remember it pretty well.
“He’s kind of busy.” Megan smiled apologetically at Charlie, who was watching his brother pace the length of the war room while talking on his cell.
Charlie nodded, not taking his eyes off Don. “I guess he was busy then, too. Dad saw the early news, tried to call the Albuquerque office, and couldn’t get through. Mom finally made Dad sit down and eat breakfast instead of ‘cluttering up the phone lines’. That’s when Don called, just long enough to say he was okay.”
“You weren’t sure?” Megan frowned.
Charlie shrugged. “He’d been in DC for a seminar that weekend.”
Current Location: work
Current Mood: thoughtful
|Date:||September 12th, 2006 12:01 am (UTC)|| |
I like this approach!
I've been trying to come up with something fitting all day that isn't All About Me. When I'm away from the computer I've been coming up with stuff, but then I sit down and - nothing.
|Date:||September 12th, 2006 12:26 am (UTC)|| |
I like this approach!
Why, thank you! :-) It's Blair's fault, he started it by being all introspective in my head.
I've been trying to come up with something fitting all day that isn't All About Me.
That's exactly what I was feeling this morning. I hope you think something up--I felt a lot better once I started these little ficlets. "Doing something," I suppose. *sheepish smile*
I like these. Especially the N3 one. That's just where I'd go.
But then, you already knew that. :-)
Ot1h, it's been just another day. Otoh, it's been rather melancholy and reflective. Pondering N3 helped a little. Thanks.
|Date:||September 12th, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)|| |
I'm glad you liked. :-) Glad the ponderings helped you with the day, too. That's all I could ever ask for.