Life on Mars 'Double Drabbles'
For one of the Friday Drabble Challenges over at lifein1973 the challenge was to make a 200 word 'double drabble' containing two prompts. I made three for that one, two are G-rated ('White Cortina') and the last one is rated PG-13 ('Blue Cortina') for nakedness and sexual references.
Title: Birthday Saviour
Prompts: Egg and Saint
“Sweet flamin’ Nora, is all this necessary, Gladys?” Gene asked. He would rather stay out of the way except the smaller man had insisted for him ‘to keep stirring or else the custard will clump’.
“Yes! It is now! It wouldn’t be necessary if you had told me earlier it was Annie’s birthday today.”
“I thought you knew!”
“Apparently I didn’t! Now give me an egg.”
Still grumbling to himself, Gene got an egg out of the carton and dropped it in the waiting hand of the man next to him, then nearly managed to steal a kiss but Sam had already whirled away.
When they finally did get to the station, Sam was relieved to notice Annie hadn’t reached the office yet. However, upon entering the office, the door slammed against the chair Chris was using to hang up a banner, who promptly fell against Sam, and the cake. Gene sighed as Sam positively shrieked and Chris stammered apologies, before dragging his DI into his office.
“Keep yer knickers on, Gladys, I already bought a cake yesterday.” He said, revealing the box standing ready on the desk.
“… You’re a saint, Gene.”
“I know. Now gimme that kiss, Sammy.”
Title: The Last Match
Prompts: Football and Whistle
As Sam watched Ryan leave with his friend to go to the football, he felt an elation he hadn’t experienced in a while. However, it was short-lived. He had barely left to rejoin his Guv, when he saw something. Time seemed to slow down as he turned, catching a glimpse of his younger self and his father. His insides turned to ice as he realised this was the last match he saw with his father. Soon his father left. If he could prevent it from happening… Would this world allow that? If his father never left, then he wouldn’t be the man he was today. Would that man disappear?
Gene tossed away a cigarette, leaning against his Cortina as he waited for his DI to return. After he had made sure Carling really did have a reason to stay home now, of course. Finally Sam arrived, looking white as a sheet. “What’s the matter, Alice, saw a ghost?”
“I think I did…”
Gene considered him silently for a moment before clapping a hand on the slighter man’s back “Come on, let’s take you down to the pub, Sammy. Once you wet your whistle, you’ll feel like a whole new man.”
Title: Morning Memory
Prompts: Butcher and Silk
Gene wanted to smirk and say “I told you so.”, but his lips didn’t move and no words came forth. He could only stare at the body laid out before him like a lamb to the butcher. Wasn’t Cartwright right behind him? He couldn’t hear any footsteps. He could only stare at the brown eyes hidden behind half-open eyelids, as the younger man was in that hazy state between sleep and waking. Wait, shouldn’t he be awake as he just kicked in that door? He turned his head enough to notice that the door was closed. This wasn’t what happened…
His attention was focused again upon the man on the bed, who breathed out “Gene…” Gene swallowed slowly, finding himself sinking to his knees. He could hear the other man breathe and imagined he could hear his heartbeat. His eyes roamed over the body as skin pulled taut over lean muscles glistened in the early morning light. His hand had reached out to touch and stroke over skin that felt like silk to his fingers. Muscles pushed back, eliciting a beautiful sound from the man’s breath. The pressure in his own groin tightened.
“Sam!” Gene woke up with a gasp.
Title: Birthday Saviour
Prompts: Egg and Saint
“Sweet flamin’ Nora, is all this necessary, Gladys?” Gene asked. He would rather stay out of the way except the smaller man had insisted for him ‘to keep stirring or else the custard will clump’.
“Yes! It is now! It wouldn’t be necessary if you had told me earlier it was Annie’s birthday today.”
“I thought you knew!”
“Apparently I didn’t! Now give me an egg.”
Still grumbling to himself, Gene got an egg out of the carton and dropped it in the waiting hand of the man next to him, then nearly managed to steal a kiss but Sam had already whirled away.
When they finally did get to the station, Sam was relieved to notice Annie hadn’t reached the office yet. However, upon entering the office, the door slammed against the chair Chris was using to hang up a banner, who promptly fell against Sam, and the cake. Gene sighed as Sam positively shrieked and Chris stammered apologies, before dragging his DI into his office.
“Keep yer knickers on, Gladys, I already bought a cake yesterday.” He said, revealing the box standing ready on the desk.
“… You’re a saint, Gene.”
“I know. Now gimme that kiss, Sammy.”
Title: The Last Match
Prompts: Football and Whistle
As Sam watched Ryan leave with his friend to go to the football, he felt an elation he hadn’t experienced in a while. However, it was short-lived. He had barely left to rejoin his Guv, when he saw something. Time seemed to slow down as he turned, catching a glimpse of his younger self and his father. His insides turned to ice as he realised this was the last match he saw with his father. Soon his father left. If he could prevent it from happening… Would this world allow that? If his father never left, then he wouldn’t be the man he was today. Would that man disappear?
Gene tossed away a cigarette, leaning against his Cortina as he waited for his DI to return. After he had made sure Carling really did have a reason to stay home now, of course. Finally Sam arrived, looking white as a sheet. “What’s the matter, Alice, saw a ghost?”
“I think I did…”
Gene considered him silently for a moment before clapping a hand on the slighter man’s back “Come on, let’s take you down to the pub, Sammy. Once you wet your whistle, you’ll feel like a whole new man.”
Title: Morning Memory
Prompts: Butcher and Silk
Gene wanted to smirk and say “I told you so.”, but his lips didn’t move and no words came forth. He could only stare at the body laid out before him like a lamb to the butcher. Wasn’t Cartwright right behind him? He couldn’t hear any footsteps. He could only stare at the brown eyes hidden behind half-open eyelids, as the younger man was in that hazy state between sleep and waking. Wait, shouldn’t he be awake as he just kicked in that door? He turned his head enough to notice that the door was closed. This wasn’t what happened…
His attention was focused again upon the man on the bed, who breathed out “Gene…” Gene swallowed slowly, finding himself sinking to his knees. He could hear the other man breathe and imagined he could hear his heartbeat. His eyes roamed over the body as skin pulled taut over lean muscles glistened in the early morning light. His hand had reached out to touch and stroke over skin that felt like silk to his fingers. Muscles pushed back, eliciting a beautiful sound from the man’s breath. The pressure in his own groin tightened.
“Sam!” Gene woke up with a gasp.