Wherever He Lays His Hat
Just a little drabble I wrote for ar_drabbles song fic challenge. I'm not sure about it. But anyway, a good friend told me once that if it doesn't work, that's okay, just move on. So I'll post and move on. LOL. And yes, I need to give Paul Young credit for the title (I thought a song fic needed a title inspired by a song).
Title: Wherever He Lays His Hat
Rated T.
(200) words drabble for the song fic prompt. Lyrics referred to (or what I was thinking about when I wrote) include: I can't believe it took me quite so long and I'm hoping that you feel the same.
A small bathroom resulting in petty squabbles. A spare room converted to a library. A ‘for sale’ sign on the fence after her mother’s funeral.
“We’ll be there soon -- home.”
A tastefully decorated living area reflecting her status. A kitchen gleaming with expensive appliances. A solemn silence echoing off its walls after her sisters stopped visiting.
“Home’s not a physical place. It’s the people you share it with that add the warmth and love.”
A desk crowded with paperwork. A small cot for sleeping. A framed photograph of her favourite employee.
“New Caprica was missing one vital element.”
A draughty tent. A cold concrete floor. A dream of a cabin with water views. A number greater than 5000 deducted from the whiteboard.
“I’m not sure if he feels the same way. He’s never said."
A strong odour of disinfectant masking even an aging doctor’s nicotine habit. A woman, her equal in every way, reaffirming her beliefs before leaving behind an empty bed.
“Does he need to say?”
A couch to sink into. A well-stocked bookcase. A drinks cart to argue about. A rack for fantasising the forbidden. A man who methodically rescued her with his generosity.
“No but I do.”