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Title: 1250
Pairing: our boys of course
Genre: one-shot, short, 512 words
Author: neverdone39
Warnings: won't be continued, you'll have to imagine for yourself
Disclaimer: Ennis and Jack belong to Mrs. Proulx. I do not make money of this
Feedback: I love it!
AN:This is dedicated to mariez because she keeps the drabblefest going over on BM. And because this piece was insprired by todays prompts. Thank you Marie!
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Ennis held the red book in his hand, looking at it in absent-minded amazement, slapping it against his other hand, then stroking with his thumb over it. It was a good feeling. It was only a very thin book, not even a real book. There was not much to read in it. In fact, the only thing of interest in the book were ten numbers, the last one reading 1250.
Ten months since Junior's eighteen's birthday. Ten months of child support he didn't have to pay anymore.
The month of her birthday he had gone to the bank and got the first account book in his life. Same thin red book he was holding now.
More than thousand dollars in his name. He never had owned so much money before. Took him quite some extra shifts to save every single pence of it since he continued to pay Alma sixty dollars a month for Junior, depsite of not having to anymore. Didn't seem right any other way. His little girl didn't stop eating only because she was eighteen now.
But his mind was set on saving the payment completely and he did.
Ennis gave the account book another glance. It seemed so small, unimposing - but now it held all his hopes and dreams. At first he hadn't known exactly why he was so determined to save every penny. He had calculated how much he'd be able to save in what time, but he never had let himself answer the question what he would do with the money. However, the little book had been connected with Jack from the day he had first held it in his hands.
But after last month things had changed. Ennis was horrified by the memory of their fight. The thought of Jack indeed quitting him for good was unbearable. It scared him and shook him to the core.
He just couldn't stand it anymore the way it was, and knew Jack couldn't either. Only after he had said it to Jack he realized how true it was. That was when Ennis Del Mar began to dream. First only in his sleep at night, then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down while he was mending fences, and at evening with the whiskey bottle in front of him at the table.
He had never been one for pipedreams, always refused to get his hopes up. But now there was not only a vague feeling, but concrete thoughts connected with this number. 1250. He should tell Jack about the book. He would tell Jack about the book. Now.
Instead of putting the book back into its place Ennis took it with him, grabbing his keys from the table on his way out of the trailer. He didn't hesitate for a moment on his way to the phone booth. The note with Jack's number in Texas had been stashed in his wallet for years, but he didn't take it out when he dialed the number.
„Twist“
„Jack! Uh, it's me bud.“
Pairing: our boys of course
Genre: one-shot, short, 512 words
Author: neverdone39
Warnings: won't be continued, you'll have to imagine for yourself
Disclaimer: Ennis and Jack belong to Mrs. Proulx. I do not make money of this
Feedback: I love it!
AN:This is dedicated to mariez because she keeps the drabblefest going over on BM. And because this piece was insprired by todays prompts. Thank you Marie!
1250
Ennis held the red book in his hand, looking at it in absent-minded amazement, slapping it against his other hand, then stroking with his thumb over it. It was a good feeling. It was only a very thin book, not even a real book. There was not much to read in it. In fact, the only thing of interest in the book were ten numbers, the last one reading 1250.
Ten months since Junior's eighteen's birthday. Ten months of child support he didn't have to pay anymore.
The month of her birthday he had gone to the bank and got the first account book in his life. Same thin red book he was holding now.
More than thousand dollars in his name. He never had owned so much money before. Took him quite some extra shifts to save every single pence of it since he continued to pay Alma sixty dollars a month for Junior, depsite of not having to anymore. Didn't seem right any other way. His little girl didn't stop eating only because she was eighteen now.
But his mind was set on saving the payment completely and he did.
Ennis gave the account book another glance. It seemed so small, unimposing - but now it held all his hopes and dreams. At first he hadn't known exactly why he was so determined to save every penny. He had calculated how much he'd be able to save in what time, but he never had let himself answer the question what he would do with the money. However, the little book had been connected with Jack from the day he had first held it in his hands.
But after last month things had changed. Ennis was horrified by the memory of their fight. The thought of Jack indeed quitting him for good was unbearable. It scared him and shook him to the core.
He just couldn't stand it anymore the way it was, and knew Jack couldn't either. Only after he had said it to Jack he realized how true it was. That was when Ennis Del Mar began to dream. First only in his sleep at night, then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down while he was mending fences, and at evening with the whiskey bottle in front of him at the table.
He had never been one for pipedreams, always refused to get his hopes up. But now there was not only a vague feeling, but concrete thoughts connected with this number. 1250. He should tell Jack about the book. He would tell Jack about the book. Now.
Instead of putting the book back into its place Ennis took it with him, grabbing his keys from the table on his way out of the trailer. He didn't hesitate for a moment on his way to the phone booth. The note with Jack's number in Texas had been stashed in his wallet for years, but he didn't take it out when he dialed the number.
„Twist“
„Jack! Uh, it's me bud.“