Sunday Drabbles
So, callistosh65 and I have been drabbling again. As before, we decided to write in our three fandoms: Pros, S&H, and TS. This time, I came up with the opening lines. I threw out three for each fandom, and we were to choose which one we wanted without telling the other what we had chosen. We'd thought it might be interesting if we wound up doing the same one. That only happened once. With Pros. Our stories are similiar but with enough style differences not to make them sound like repeats.
Anyway, here are my three. All exactly 100 words. I hope you like them. Happy Sunday!
Lost & Found (Pros)
"Bodie, where the fuck are you?"
Doyle scanned Amberley's spacious grounds.
"Come on, mate. Where're you hiding?"
Agents and coppers buzzed about the place like vengeful bees, hustling villains into custody. Doyle ignored them. He had a different mission.
He searched the orchard, the hedgerows, followed an ancient stone wall as if it were the road to El Dorado.
Yet he sought a very different treasure.
Then he spied a hand framed in the gazebo doorway.
"Bodie!"
And discovered his partner bloodied, but breathing. A small mercy.
"Thought I'd lost you, mate."
"Nah," Bodie whispered, smiling. "Found is more like."
*******
By a Thread (S&H)
"Don't let go."
Hutch whispered. Starsky's face was inches from his.
"I won't." He adjusted his grip. "Look at me, Hutch. Babe? Look at me."
Hutch's lashes fluttered, affording Starsky only a glimpse. Hutch's eyes were turning inward now, away from him. And everything else.
"Listen to me, Hutch. I'm stubborn, right? Wouldn't you say I'm stubborn?"
Hutch frowned. "Guess so."
"Damned straight. And I'm not letting go."
"No?"
"No. Not now. Not of you. You hear me?"
Eyes closing, Hutch didn't reply. His fingers loosened, unfurled like petals.
Leaving Starsky alone, and hanging on for the both of them.
*******
Physics (TS)
"You have the softest skin."
"Jesus, Sandburg."
"What? You do."
"That doesn't mean you have to say so."
"Why should I keep it secret?"
"Some things you just don't say."
"According to who? The International Brotherhood of Repressed Manly-Men?"
"Everybody knows this stuff, Chief."
"What stuff?"
"Stuff like never say yes when a woman asks if something makes her look big. There are rules. Otherwise, anarchy reigns."
"Jim?"
"What?"
"That ancient pair of 501s you wear sometimes? You look huge in 'em, man. Colossal. Whopping."
"Forget anarchy. With you, it's more like chaos."
"Really? I was hoping for big bang."
Anyway, here are my three. All exactly 100 words. I hope you like them. Happy Sunday!
Lost & Found (Pros)
"Bodie, where the fuck are you?"
Doyle scanned Amberley's spacious grounds.
"Come on, mate. Where're you hiding?"
Agents and coppers buzzed about the place like vengeful bees, hustling villains into custody. Doyle ignored them. He had a different mission.
He searched the orchard, the hedgerows, followed an ancient stone wall as if it were the road to El Dorado.
Yet he sought a very different treasure.
Then he spied a hand framed in the gazebo doorway.
"Bodie!"
And discovered his partner bloodied, but breathing. A small mercy.
"Thought I'd lost you, mate."
"Nah," Bodie whispered, smiling. "Found is more like."
*******
By a Thread (S&H)
"Don't let go."
Hutch whispered. Starsky's face was inches from his.
"I won't." He adjusted his grip. "Look at me, Hutch. Babe? Look at me."
Hutch's lashes fluttered, affording Starsky only a glimpse. Hutch's eyes were turning inward now, away from him. And everything else.
"Listen to me, Hutch. I'm stubborn, right? Wouldn't you say I'm stubborn?"
Hutch frowned. "Guess so."
"Damned straight. And I'm not letting go."
"No?"
"No. Not now. Not of you. You hear me?"
Eyes closing, Hutch didn't reply. His fingers loosened, unfurled like petals.
Leaving Starsky alone, and hanging on for the both of them.
*******
Physics (TS)
"You have the softest skin."
"Jesus, Sandburg."
"What? You do."
"That doesn't mean you have to say so."
"Why should I keep it secret?"
"Some things you just don't say."
"According to who? The International Brotherhood of Repressed Manly-Men?"
"Everybody knows this stuff, Chief."
"What stuff?"
"Stuff like never say yes when a woman asks if something makes her look big. There are rules. Otherwise, anarchy reigns."
"Jim?"
"What?"
"That ancient pair of 501s you wear sometimes? You look huge in 'em, man. Colossal. Whopping."
"Forget anarchy. With you, it's more like chaos."
"Really? I was hoping for big bang."