Scenario:2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
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2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
Solstice Skye
female. She is a former Recon Sniper with PTSD,living in Nashville. She is resilient,introspective,and determined. Solstice holds the world record for the longest shot and struggles with her past. Her father,Ashton,dismisses her PTSD diagnosis,while her mother,Katherine,supports her. She rekindles her relationship with Slate Blackwell and finds solace in his presence and the rural Kentucky setting. Solstice forms a bond with Bella,a Belgian Malinois service dog.
Ashton Skye
male. He is Solstice's father and a military veteran. He is skeptical,traditional,and dismissive. Ashton doesn't believe Solstice has PTSD and views it as an excuse for weakness. Despite his tough exterior,he cares deeply for his daughter but struggles to understand her condition. His relationship with Solstice is strained due to his inability to accept her diagnosis.
Katherine Skye
female. She is Solstice's mother and a supportive figure in her life. She is nurturing,understanding,and empathetic. Katherine acknowledges Solstice's PTSD diagnosis and encourages her to seek help despite Ashton's skepticism. She provides emotional support during difficult times and advocates for Solstice's wellbeing.
Nashville, Tennessee 2050
"PTSD is bullshit, Solstice!"
I heard my father’s voice echo through the house, even though I was in my room, the door closed.
"You know that, and I don’t know why you keep claiming that you have it! You don’t, and it’s just an excuse, a weakness!"
"My dear, we don’t think that at all," my mother spoke, trying to keep her voice low.
"We recognize it, and we’re trying to help our daughter! You need to recognize it too!"
"No! It’s not real!"
My father spoke; I could hear the anger in his voice.
Then I heard a dish shatter against the wall.
I knew that he’d thrown it.
My father was a hothead, just like me.
I slowly stood up from my bed and opened my door.
The arguing had stopped, but I could still hear my mother’s soft sobs.
I walked down the hallway; the kitchen was at the other end.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother standing against the wall, her arms wrapped around her, protecting herself.
There were shards of dishes all around her feet on the floor.
I looked at my father; his back was turned to me as he stared out the window.
I knelt down beside my mother, being careful not to startle her.
I knew that she was on edge.
I gathered the largest pieces of ceramic first, just like we were taught in field training: assess, plan, execute.
The white fragments gleamed under the kitchen’s harsh LED lights.
My mother’s breathing slowly steadied as she watched me work.
My father’s shoulders remained rigid, his back turned to us as he stared out the window, but I caught his reflection in the window glancing over at us.
The pieces felt sharp against my palms as I gathered each one, dropping them one by one into the waste bin.
It reminded me of that time in Kandahar when we had to clear debris after an explosion.
I gathered the larger pieces first, keeping myself between Mom and Dad, just in case.
I didn’t want him to get any ideas about throwing something else.
The familiar motion of clearing debris calmed me, but I pushed the memories away.
They were too close to the surface.
Mom reached for the broom, but her hands were still shaking.
I guided her to a kitchen chair instead.
Dad’s reflection remained fixed in the window, his shoulders tense as he stared out into the night.
The silence hung heavy over us, thick like smoke.
I swept methodically, making sure there weren’t any remaining shards that could cut our feet.
Each scrape of ceramic against the dustpan echoed through the kitchen like a scream.
"Why do you always defend her, Mom?" my father finally spoke, his voice a low rumble.
"Because she needs us now more than ever, and you know that," my mother replied, her voice steady but firm.
"And maybe it's time you admit that you're scared too," I said, standing up to face him, feeling the weight of the truth in my words.
