Whining and a drabble of denial
More tests today. It's been six months since the all-clear. The ultrasound showed a small lump on the ovary. Going in for exploratory texts next week. I'm keeping positive, and doing lots of calm breathing.
In honour of Denial, I bring drabble. Written for the Supernatural100 challenge - Fireworks. *g*
TITLE: Fireworks
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam (and John)
NOTES: 100 words. The boys set off some fireworks.
The explosion was loud enough to wake the dead, undead and all the zombies in between.
“Woah, awesome,” Sam breathed. “Kinda like the shuttle taking off.”
“Nah, louder. Way more sparks.”
The truck door slammed, and they heard the crunch of boots on gravel, then fireworks of a more familiar kind.
“Goddamn it, Bobby, what the hell’s wrong with your frickin truck?”
“We’re dead.” Sam leaned closer to Dean in the dark.
“Can’t prove it was us.”
There’d be no trace of the firecracker in the tailpipe. Dean had been very careful.
“No way Dad’s gonna trade the Chevy now.”