I got this idea when I was at the Christmas Nativity candlelight service and I just had to write it... it will be continued, probably throughout finals week, culminating in something large getting closer to Christmas...
Timeline: Christmas Eve, 2008
MPAA Rating: G (though this piece will probably borderline PG-13 by the time it's done if it goes in the direction I think it will...)
Character(s): Sharpe (obviously), Jonathan Liu (mention only)
Word Count: 296
Warnings: I'm not going to shy away from controversial talking about religion in this piece at all... though it will be to the POV of my characters and not necessarily what I think or believe.
The night had been long, but fifteen seconds passed forever in his mind. His minutely accurate time sense, normalized to the atomic clock to the nearest nanosecond and his mind able to predict the result of complex arithmetic calculations several decimal places out. The man gritted his teeth. This wasn't relativity, as he wasn't moving close to the speed of light, so he couldn't blame Mr. Einstein. No, it was much simpler, yet simultaneously more complicated. As he knelt down on the wooden floor, the middle aged man wondered what he had been missing all his life and why it was coming back so quickly to him.
Little lights flickered all around him. The candles were still lit, though most everyone had left for the night. They had families to go home to. One knee dug into the floorboard and his teeth bit into his bottom lip, determined to ignore everything around him against what little better judgement he possessed at the moment. If he truly possessed his better judgement, he would not have come here this Wednesday evening. No, he was clearly desperate. It had been twenty-five years since that night... a quarter of a century.
He could hear footsteps coming from the opposite end of the corridor, but he closed his eyes and clenched his right hand into a fist, supporting himself with his left arm in a halfway balanced position. Even now it was painful to be here; surely Jon knew that. Yet something had drawn him here tonight. The seconds ticked by in his mind and he started to lose track of time. It must have been minutes and the man could have sworn he heard a violin playing in the background. That was the absolute last thing he needed right now.
tbc.
A/N: This piece reminds me of this song by Mark Schultz. Actually, Sharpe in general does...
Timeline: Christmas Eve, 2008
MPAA Rating: G (though this piece will probably borderline PG-13 by the time it's done if it goes in the direction I think it will...)
Character(s): Sharpe (obviously), Jonathan Liu (mention only)
Word Count: 296
Warnings: I'm not going to shy away from controversial talking about religion in this piece at all... though it will be to the POV of my characters and not necessarily what I think or believe.
The night had been long, but fifteen seconds passed forever in his mind. His minutely accurate time sense, normalized to the atomic clock to the nearest nanosecond and his mind able to predict the result of complex arithmetic calculations several decimal places out. The man gritted his teeth. This wasn't relativity, as he wasn't moving close to the speed of light, so he couldn't blame Mr. Einstein. No, it was much simpler, yet simultaneously more complicated. As he knelt down on the wooden floor, the middle aged man wondered what he had been missing all his life and why it was coming back so quickly to him.
Little lights flickered all around him. The candles were still lit, though most everyone had left for the night. They had families to go home to. One knee dug into the floorboard and his teeth bit into his bottom lip, determined to ignore everything around him against what little better judgement he possessed at the moment. If he truly possessed his better judgement, he would not have come here this Wednesday evening. No, he was clearly desperate. It had been twenty-five years since that night... a quarter of a century.
He could hear footsteps coming from the opposite end of the corridor, but he closed his eyes and clenched his right hand into a fist, supporting himself with his left arm in a halfway balanced position. Even now it was painful to be here; surely Jon knew that. Yet something had drawn him here tonight. The seconds ticked by in his mind and he started to lose track of time. It must have been minutes and the man could have sworn he heard a violin playing in the background. That was the absolute last thing he needed right now.
tbc.
A/N: This piece reminds me of this song by Mark Schultz. Actually, Sharpe in general does...
2 comments:
hmmmm I am very interested to see where this one goes ;) have some ideas, but I am not going to share them with you~ I want to see what you come up with ;)
Okay! But after I write it, will you tell me what you had in mind? lol. ^_^ I can't wait to see the look on the other person's face when he/she walks in...
~*~
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