Sept Oz Drabbles
Written for the Oz drabble tree and belatedly posted here. Revving up for Oz_Magi!
HER SANTCUARY
It used to be her sanctuary, a moment of precious silence with the Virginia Slims she tucked away in her husband’s dusty toolbox. Sitting on the hood of the car, she’d let the first drag sit in her mouth, tasting the smoke and marveling at the distinct powerful flavor of something so insubstantial.
Light pressure of lips, inhale softly and her whole body relaxed; every high pitched whine, cold dinner, and drunken kiss forgotten in the dim glow of the garage. That small break from her life had been all she needed.
She knows exactly when it stopped being enough.
HOSPITAL BED
There were flashing lights, sirens, balloons exploding, pop, shouting and whispers. He flew across pavement, colors blurred and runny, with wheels and tires and purring engines and green. Needles and pain, ants marching along his skin. Roadblock, do not pass go, do not collect $200, go straight to jail. Such a beautiful sky, rocking and spinning. Awake, but not.
Time remembered out of order. Dreams.
Industrial cleaner and antiseptic assault his nose. Pain comes next, his right arm on fire. His eyes open. A cast is on his right arm; his left is handcuffed to the hospital bed.
Time’s up.
SKYLINE OF CHICAGO
It ain’t cheap, this view. But damn is it worth it. Worth everything.
The phone by the bed rings, and Chris grabs it before Toby can roll over and reach it. The front desk informs him that it is 7:30am and would he like anything? Chris declines and hangs up.
“Time to go?” Toby stretches, showing off deliciously bare skin and it’s all Chris can do not to rip off his suit and join him under the rumpled sheets.
“Yeah.” He leans back against the floor length window and enjoys the sight of Beecher searching for clothes. Once he’s got his underwear, he marches over to Chris and pulls him into a kiss.
They part for air, Toby resting his head on Chris’ shoulder and looking at the skyline of Chicago.
“Beautiful view.”
“Yeah.”
Chris feels Toby sigh. “I wish…”
Chris holds him tighter, because he knows. He wishes too.
HER SANTCUARY
It used to be her sanctuary, a moment of precious silence with the Virginia Slims she tucked away in her husband’s dusty toolbox. Sitting on the hood of the car, she’d let the first drag sit in her mouth, tasting the smoke and marveling at the distinct powerful flavor of something so insubstantial.
Light pressure of lips, inhale softly and her whole body relaxed; every high pitched whine, cold dinner, and drunken kiss forgotten in the dim glow of the garage. That small break from her life had been all she needed.
She knows exactly when it stopped being enough.
HOSPITAL BED
There were flashing lights, sirens, balloons exploding, pop, shouting and whispers. He flew across pavement, colors blurred and runny, with wheels and tires and purring engines and green. Needles and pain, ants marching along his skin. Roadblock, do not pass go, do not collect $200, go straight to jail. Such a beautiful sky, rocking and spinning. Awake, but not.
Time remembered out of order. Dreams.
Industrial cleaner and antiseptic assault his nose. Pain comes next, his right arm on fire. His eyes open. A cast is on his right arm; his left is handcuffed to the hospital bed.
Time’s up.
SKYLINE OF CHICAGO
It ain’t cheap, this view. But damn is it worth it. Worth everything.
The phone by the bed rings, and Chris grabs it before Toby can roll over and reach it. The front desk informs him that it is 7:30am and would he like anything? Chris declines and hangs up.
“Time to go?” Toby stretches, showing off deliciously bare skin and it’s all Chris can do not to rip off his suit and join him under the rumpled sheets.
“Yeah.” He leans back against the floor length window and enjoys the sight of Beecher searching for clothes. Once he’s got his underwear, he marches over to Chris and pulls him into a kiss.
They part for air, Toby resting his head on Chris’ shoulder and looking at the skyline of Chicago.
“Beautiful view.”
“Yeah.”
Chris feels Toby sigh. “I wish…”
Chris holds him tighter, because he knows. He wishes too.