Title: Untitled
Author: Lisa M
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. Don't sue … no money.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Would be appreciated - good or bad.
Spoilers: None
Summary: None.
A/N: Answer to the 10-minute fic challenge prompt of "colors". I'm not thrilled with it, but it took me 10 minutes on the nose. I wrote this with BJ and Hawkeye in mind - of course - and it could be from either of their POV. I'll leave it up to you to decide which one it is.
Red
The color of life. And the color of death. Rivers of blood that pour from the wounds of those so young. Tissue and muscle, torn by bullet … by shell … by grenade. All different shades of crimson. Pain.
White
The color of innocence. And the color of the OR. Sterile. The jackets, masks, gloves. All crisp and clean and pure. Even after being soiled time and time again. Still the shade of eggshells. Never changing. Like this place. Hopeless.
Yellow
The color of sunflowers. And the color of the flashes. Gunfire, grenade, mine. All the explosions are followed by the same bright shade of fire. Then the choppers come. Scared.
Black
The color of night. And the color of dreams. Inky darkness and blinding fear cloaking the subconscious from reality during sleep. Blocking the images that should be seen there … that should be keeping us awake and screaming. Nightmares.
Green
The color of fresh, clean grass. And the color of anything and everything to be seen here. Our clothes. Our tents. Our beds and blankets. Sometimes, even our food. Olive. Drab. Depressing.
Blue
The color of the sky. Of the clear, deep ocean waters. And the color of your eyes. Electric and fluid. Depthless. Hope and faith. Comfort and caring. Healing peace.
Loved.