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doppelleben_ci5Die freien Tage haben mir die Zeit gegeben, mich mit einer Geschichte so richtig intensiv zu befassen. D.h. zu überlegen, was in der Geschichte ist ( für mich ) wichtig und warum und was passen für Bilder dazu.
Hier meine Zusammenfassung von Rebirth by PFL - mit eingefügten Bildern
( I only borrowed this lovely story and some pictures are added )
Summary: Rebirth by PFL
“Go!” Cowley’s voice carried to him, but Bodie was already on the move, adrenaline and fear driving him forward. Ray!
...
The next thing he knew, he was on the ground. His ears rang, his hand hurt, his head- He looked up, and knew. The house still stood before him, but it was damaged, and fire grew even as he watched. A bomb. A fucking bomb. A— Christ. Ray!
...
No! But he let them pull him away, supported on both sides by Anson and McCabe. He stared at the house as it was engulfed in flames. He knew there were no survivors. There had never been any hope. No chance. He couldn’t catch his breath. He couldn’t— Couldn’t. Ray!
...
Bodie heard sirens approaching—fire brigade, police, ambulances. “Leason. Fillmore. Anyone else?” He wouldn’t say Ray’s name.
“Injuries. Everyone in the back. No one came out of the house.”
...
There was nothing but ashes and death and the stopping of everything. The end. He tightened his jaw, fists clenched. Don’t move. Wait for it to pass. Don’t think. Breathe. For now.
...
He almost wished he’d been injured, so he could sink into drugs—forget. But it
would only delay, not help. He flashed onto a picture of Doyle glancing at him sideways, half smiling— He closed his eyes.
...
“Sir, Moran’s on the tow path! We’re in pursuit!”
Bodie took off for the canal at a run, heart suddenly pounding. Moran had been in the house. If he had made it out… He cut off the thought. Concentrate on Moran. He wanted Moran.
...
“Moran!” Moran froze. “Drop the gun.” Don’t drop it, don’t drop it, don’t— But the fucking bastard dropped it........
...
“Tunnel,” Bodie said. And it was as if blood was suddenly flowing where it had been constricted before. He welcomed the pain, it would keep him sharp.
...
If there was a tunnel, if it led to the house, if Doyle—
...
There was no reason to think Doyle had been in the tunnel, Bodie told himself
...
Even if he had been, they wouldn’t have left him alive. There had been gunfire in the house.
They hadn’t brought Ray along as a bargaining chip. It didn’t mean— But there was hope—a slim sliver of hope.
...
Bodie couldn’t see far into the tunnel, and what he could see looked cramped and unsafe.
...
“Don’t be stupid.”........Anson was right, but the need to check for himself was overwhelming. “Look, I’ll just go a little way in, in case there’s—” He swallowed. “All right?”
...
“Shut it!” He waited and was rewarded with the sound again—a thumping noise. “Ray?” He couldn’t help but shout the name, all his hopes in it, despite the voice in his head that urged caution. The rhythm of the thumps increased, and he thought he heard a muffled call. He moved forward, blind in the darkness.
...
“Ray?” It felt as though his heart was in his throat, trying to break out.
...
Bodie ripped out the shovel, turned the lever and opened the door. A body followed the door, colliding with Bodie.
“Ray?” Bodie grabbed the body, but in the dark, with fear and need coursing through him, he couldn’t tell who it was—friend or foe. The ruthless pragmatism he lived by was overwhelmed.
“What took you so…bleeding…long.” Doyle gasped the words, as if he didn’t have enough air.
He went limp against Bodie, but his grip on Bodie’s arm was strong.
For a moment, Bodie held still, absorbing Doyle’s presence, feeling almost sick with relief.
...
“Shall we get out, then?”
“Might do. Had enough of suffocating.”
No wonder there was something off in Doyle’s voice. “Good thing I went spelunking, then.”
“Spe-whosit?”
“Exploring caves. Could take you to some lovely—”
“Out. Now.”
Bodie patted him. “Straight ahead, then. You lead, I’ll follow.”
Doyle didn’t move.
“Just feel the wall on either side.” He took one of Doyle’s hands to show him the side of the tunnel.
“See?” He couldn’t resist saying it, and he grinned in the dark.
“Yeah. Okay.” Doyle’s tone was flat. He moved forward a few inches, then stopped.
“Ray?” Bodie reached out and found himself touching the side of Doyle’s leg. It was rigid with tension, but he wasn’t moving.
“I…”
Bodie kept his voice calm. “Tell you what, beauty before age, eh?” He eased carefully around Doyle.
“Delusions,” Doyle muttered, and Bodie was glad to hear it.
“Fact, old son. Here, you put your hand on my leg, right?”
“The blind leading the blind?”
Bodie grinned. “Into the light, yeah.” He felt Doyle’s hand grip the back of his leg. “Here we go.” Softly, he added: “Trust me, Ray.”
...
The tunnel curved, and suddenly there was a glimmer of light ahead of
them. “There, you see? Light at the end—”
“I’m going to thump you.”
“Yeah? You and whose army?”
Doyle’s snort felt like the first beer after a hard day’s work. “Won’t need an army where I’m going to—”
...
Bodie looked at Doyle, saw the blood, dirt, and bruises on his face, and the tiredness in his eyes. But he also saw promise and strength. Doyle smiled at him. Bodie smiled back, then looked away as Cowley arrived.
“I shall want your reports, of course,” Cowley said to Bodie. “And I’ll debrief Doyle.” Cowley, too, looked tired, and Bodie was reminded of all they’d lost that day. Leason and Fillmore and, very nearly, Doyle. But it wasn’t in his nature to look back at what might have been. Forward was the only way to go, come what may.
“Yes, sir.” He watched as Doyle was persuaded onto a trolley. “Report back to you when I collect him at the hospital?”
There was a pause, and then Cowley said, “No. Tomorrow will do. Take him home.” Cowley glanced at him, and suddenly Bodie felt pinned by that gaze, as if Cowley was examining him under a bright light, and seeing right into him. Then the moment passed, and Cowley turned away.
“Happy Easter to you both.”
...
He’d forgotten it was Easter. Rebirth and renewal. Hot cross buns. He breathed in spring air, and let it out. He and Ray would go home together, and there would be no turning back to the past. He’d follow Doyle’s lead as Doyle had
followed him. The future was theirs.
The End
Hier der link zu der ganzen Story, aber ich habe nicht viel weggelassen :-)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3698585
Für meinen Osterbeitrag habe die Geschichte Rebirth von PFL gewählt, weil sie eine eher untypische Ostergeschichte ist. Zum Anderen gefällt mir der Stil der Autorin und ich lese sie gern.
PFL kann die Gefühlswelt von Bodie so wunderschön rüber bringen, ohne dass es übertrieben oder schmalzig-schnulzig erscheint.
Später der Banter und der Übergang dazu, alles rund und stimmig für mich.
Mein Fazit, die Geschichte ist einfach schön, mit Dramatik, viel Gefühl und natürlich Happy End.
Wie ist eure Meinung zu der Geschichte ?
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Date: 2018-04-01 12:45 pm (UTC)Sowohl Story als auch Deine Bilder dazu. :-)
Obwohl Bodie denken muss, dass Doyle das nicht überlebt hat, bleibt er professionell und vergräbt alle Gefühle tief in seinem Inneren - und dafür hast Du wirklich sehr passende Bilder gefunden! Besonders Nr.6 und 7.
Diese Reaktion von ihm halte ich auch für wahrscheinlicher als dass er zusammenbrechen würde und hirnlos in das zerstörte Haus stürzen würde.
Ich glaube, man verdrängt zuerst und begreift nicht sofort...
Wie gesagt. Beides klasse!
"...weil sie eine eher untypische Ostergeschichte ist."
Was ist denn für Dich eine typische Ostergeschichte?
Ich könnte das gar nicht so einfach beantworten.
Und PFL hat es ja in kurzen Sätzen am Ende zusammengefasst: "He’d forgotten it was Easter. Rebirth and renewal. Hot cross buns. He breathed in spring air, and let it out. "
Wiedergeburt und Erneuerung, Heißwecken und Frühlingsluft. Das ist es doch, oder? :-)
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Date: 2018-04-01 02:36 pm (UTC)Freut mich sehr, dass es dir gefallen hat, dass die Bilder auch bei dir zu den Positionen in der Geschichte passen.
PFL hat es mir da auch wirklich einfach gemacht ;-) da passt alles und ich konnte gut einen "Draht" zu der Story bekommen.
Die typische Ostergeschichte....als ich mit dem Thema begonnen habe, kamen mir immer wieder der Hase,Schokolade und Humor über den Weg. Oder die erste von mir gelesene Story - Doyle erklärt Bodie im Auto die Ostergeschichte - mit sehr viel Tiefgang.
Die PFL-Story hat auch Tiefgang, aber nicht so offensichtlich oder aufdringlich.
Deine - ähnlich gelagerte, für mich nicht typische - Geschichte, hatte ich nicht gelesen :-)
Auch meine ausgesuchte Story ist wie deine, auch ohne Ostern wär sie gut.
Danke dir !
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Date: 2018-04-01 01:54 pm (UTC)This made my night!
Kudos to you and PFL! ...And Happy Easter! ♥
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:20 pm (UTC)I am glad you like it and it works for you.
It´s such a good story and well written, isn´t it ?
And Happy Easter too !
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:36 pm (UTC)Die Kombination von Bildern mit Geschichte gefällt mir sehr gut. Sollten wir öfter machen. :-)
Und stimmt, es ist keine typische Ostergeschichte. Sie würde auch sehr gut zu Weihnachten passen oder sogar zum Valentinstag.
Ist Bild Nummer 4 ein Promotionbild? Da sieht Doyle wahnsinnig jung drauf aus, finde ich.
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Date: 2018-04-01 04:49 pm (UTC)Ja, die Bilder zu suchen und zu produzieren hat viel Zeit gekostet, aber auch viel Spaß gemacht. Und es gibt Schlimmeres als durch die gesamte PROS-DVD-Kollektion zu müssen, oder ?
Die Geschichte ist einfach waaaaahnsinnig gut.
Danke dir.