Round 3: Drabble Submissions
Please comment to this entry with your drabbles. And remember, there's no limitation as to how many you can post. Drabble submissions will remain open for the next two weeks, until January 31st
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It's a horrible little motel, somewhere in the corner of no and where, flyblown neon and aluminium siding. If there was one horse in this town, the locals had probably eaten it. But Sheldon needs sleep, even if she doesn't, and he's still a bit dazed and shocked. So she had settled him back onto his feet (because, yeah, small blonde woman carrying a six foot guy always attracts the wrong kind of attention) and he had managed the few paces across the lot to lean up against the wall while she dealt with the night clerk.
There's only one bed. She pulls the coverlet off, because old habits die hard, turns to look at Sheldon. He's brushed his teeth in the small bathroom, and now he's standing in the middle of the floor, trying not to even think about having to touch anything.
“Sheldon, come and lie down before you fall down.”
He knows better than to argue with her, folds up like a badly assembled deck-chair.
She sits beside him in the darkness, eyes open and unblinking, ears attuned to the slightest sound. Pretty girl and a slightly battered looking guy come walking out of the desert with no luggage? Better believe someone will find them at some point. They'll have to leave early. But until then, she's on guard.
He rolls his eyes round to her.
“Sing 'Soft Kitty' to me?...”
“I'm not your iPod, Sheldon...”
But it's late, and they are both a long way from anywhere to call home, and all they have is each other. So she sings gently to him, until his eyes flutter closed.
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