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serendipity8791This is going to suck, but I'm still most proud of these two paragraphs of a WIP Egon/Janine fic, where I am making use of a sorely underutilized plot device (mainly because the writer kept getting derailed by changes to overarching story lines that the editor wanted to see come to fruition earlier).
He exhaled sharply, realizing he had just spent the better part of an hour staring blankly at the equipment in front of him. Vexed over the wasted time, he got up and grabbed for his suit jacket, which he’d previously unceremoniously set at the end of the work bench, with the intention of walking to the nearest sandwich shop to grab lunch and possibly a pastry. As he pulled the garment off the table, he noticed he’d knocked something off the working surface as it tumbled noiselessly to the floor.
He crouched down to retrieve it, recognizing the object instantly by touch; the feel of the red flannel-wrapped bundle now more familiar to him than he’d like to admit. The filling crunched lightly under the pressure from his fingers, releasing its not unpleasant herbal aroma. He absent-mindedly shoved the gris-gris bag in his trouser pocket, checked that he had his wallet on him, and walked out of the lab, shrugging on his jacket.
He exhaled sharply, realizing he had just spent the better part of an hour staring blankly at the equipment in front of him. Vexed over the wasted time, he got up and grabbed for his suit jacket, which he’d previously unceremoniously set at the end of the work bench, with the intention of walking to the nearest sandwich shop to grab lunch and possibly a pastry. As he pulled the garment off the table, he noticed he’d knocked something off the working surface as it tumbled noiselessly to the floor.
He crouched down to retrieve it, recognizing the object instantly by touch; the feel of the red flannel-wrapped bundle now more familiar to him than he’d like to admit. The filling crunched lightly under the pressure from his fingers, releasing its not unpleasant herbal aroma. He absent-mindedly shoved the gris-gris bag in his trouser pocket, checked that he had his wallet on him, and walked out of the lab, shrugging on his jacket.
