The Advent Drabbles - 12th December
The Advent Drabbles
by Slantedlight
12th December
Sounds, Bodie heard, in the middle of the night, and they jarred at him and jumped at him until he thought he couldn't stand it.
Murmurs and mumbles and the creak and groan of bedsprings, tossing and turning and...
He got up, moved down the corridor to stare, golden-edged, through the crack in Doyle's door, to see, just to see, whether he slept or whether he was wide-eyed and fearful, whether he needed some...thing.
"Alright, mate?" he'd say, "Cuppa?"
And then Doyle would be there, in the night, in pyjamas and the warmth of Bodie's kitchen.
If he need something.
by Slantedlight
12th December
Sounds, Bodie heard, in the middle of the night, and they jarred at him and jumped at him until he thought he couldn't stand it.
Murmurs and mumbles and the creak and groan of bedsprings, tossing and turning and...
He got up, moved down the corridor to stare, golden-edged, through the crack in Doyle's door, to see, just to see, whether he slept or whether he was wide-eyed and fearful, whether he needed some...thing.
"Alright, mate?" he'd say, "Cuppa?"
And then Doyle would be there, in the night, in pyjamas and the warmth of Bodie's kitchen.
If he need something.