Double Drabble: A Better Life
Title: A Better Life
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Ianto’s dad.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 483: Hard at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto thinks back to the day he’d decided he wanted more for himself than the kind of life his father had.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble
“You don’t know what hard work is!” Ianto’s dad told him one bitterly cold and wet Sunday morning as Ianto grumbled about having to get up early to deliver papers instead of having a lie in.
“You’re wrong. I know, and I’m not afraid of it, but it’s a free country; I have every right to complain, especially on a day like this. Doesn’t mean I won’t do it though.” Ianto tugged his hat and gloves on before wheeling his battered second-hand bike out the front door.
Heading for the newsagents to pick up the papers for his round, he thought about how lucky his dad was to have a steady nine to five job, five days a week; it was more than most of the men on the estate had, and yet he often complained about his dead-end job and low wages. Maybe he’d rather be like some of his friends, on the dole and spending his life drinking and smoking.
Looking back, Ianto thinks that must have been the moment he’d made up his mind to make a better life for himself, no matter how much hard work it took.
If only his dad could see him now.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Ianto’s dad.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 483: Hard at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto thinks back to the day he’d decided he wanted more for himself than the kind of life his father had.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble
“You don’t know what hard work is!” Ianto’s dad told him one bitterly cold and wet Sunday morning as Ianto grumbled about having to get up early to deliver papers instead of having a lie in.
“You’re wrong. I know, and I’m not afraid of it, but it’s a free country; I have every right to complain, especially on a day like this. Doesn’t mean I won’t do it though.” Ianto tugged his hat and gloves on before wheeling his battered second-hand bike out the front door.
Heading for the newsagents to pick up the papers for his round, he thought about how lucky his dad was to have a steady nine to five job, five days a week; it was more than most of the men on the estate had, and yet he often complained about his dead-end job and low wages. Maybe he’d rather be like some of his friends, on the dole and spending his life drinking and smoking.
Looking back, Ianto thinks that must have been the moment he’d made up his mind to make a better life for himself, no matter how much hard work it took.
If only his dad could see him now.
The End