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crack_van2010-09-20 04:36 pm
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An Anchor In The Storm by Fluterbev (Gen)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: none
Length: 73 K
Author on LJ: n/a (all her stories are now on Dreamwidth)
Author Website: http://fluterbev-fic.dreamwidth.org
Why this must be read:
This story about grief and loss is one that edges right up to the line of pure angst without toppling over into bathos. It shows the deep bond of friendship and love between these two very disparate men. There's a little touch of humor amongst the grief as Jim attends a hippie style funeral:
Extract:
//It was more like an outdoor folk festival than a funeral, Ellison thought to himself with amusement. Neo-pagans and aging hippies, sitting round a Californian campfire playing Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan numbers on an incongruous array of instruments, and the odd whiff of aromatic smoke he didn’t want to know too much about. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, he told himself sternly that he was off duty right now; and out of his jurisdiction anyway. And it would be pretty bad form if he arrested Naomi’s friends for possession at her own funeral.//
When I'm looking for something to tug at my heartstrings, this is one of the stories I go back to.
An Anchor In The Storm
There's also a companion story: Not Waving, But Drowning
Not Waving, But Drowning
Pairing: none
Length: 73 K
Author on LJ: n/a (all her stories are now on Dreamwidth)
Author Website: http://fluterbev-fic.dreamwidth.org
Why this must be read:
This story about grief and loss is one that edges right up to the line of pure angst without toppling over into bathos. It shows the deep bond of friendship and love between these two very disparate men. There's a little touch of humor amongst the grief as Jim attends a hippie style funeral:
Extract:
//It was more like an outdoor folk festival than a funeral, Ellison thought to himself with amusement. Neo-pagans and aging hippies, sitting round a Californian campfire playing Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan numbers on an incongruous array of instruments, and the odd whiff of aromatic smoke he didn’t want to know too much about. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, he told himself sternly that he was off duty right now; and out of his jurisdiction anyway. And it would be pretty bad form if he arrested Naomi’s friends for possession at her own funeral.//
When I'm looking for something to tug at my heartstrings, this is one of the stories I go back to.
An Anchor In The Storm
There's also a companion story: Not Waving, But Drowning
Not Waving, But Drowning