Prompt: Talent
Part 1
Warning: none
Rating: K
Length: 203 words
Disclaimer: Still no, and I honestly don't think that's about to change.
War was many things; terrifying, stressful, taxing, yes of course. But among other things war was boring, in my experience, anyway. One of the ways I found to relive my boredom was to draw.
Before the war I never had any big interest in drawing. Harry said the stuff I did sketch out, usually on napkins in cafes were, and I quote, "really really good." I just shrugged and ignored her, but she always insisted on keeping the napkins anyway.
When Harry found out I was going to Afghanistan she said or did nothing, (nothing but drink more, that is), but on the day I left I found a very high quality sketch book, on which the inside was written:
John,
Don't waste your talent.
Use this.
-Harry Watson
I smiled and clutched the book to my chest. The first, and only thing I sent to her was a drawing of some of my army mates outside our base-camp.
By the time I was shot I had filled out four and a half sketchbooks.
When I got home I wanted to burn them.
I couldn't bring myself to.
I am honestly surprised It took Sherlock as long as he did to find them.
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The next part will be up tomorrow, and it will have some dialogue. That okay with everyone?
I'm starting to run dry on some idea's here. Prompts anyone?
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Thanks for reading! Love you!
-JC