Brad POV Drabble: entirely too organized
Title: entirely too organized
Author: jmc_bks
Pairing: Brad/Ray implied
Rating: PG for language only
Length: 167
Disclaimer: Based entirely on the fictional interpretation of the actors in the GK mini-series and not on any real person. Not for profit. Written to get myself out of the fic slump. Unbeta'd. Constructive criticism would be appreciated because it feels not right and way too heavy-handed, yet I can't seem to really fix it.
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Brad's garage is organized to the nth degree. Tools in their places on the rack or in the chest. Boards stacked. Motorcycle standing, truck parked. On the shelves in the corner are rubber bins with various supplies -- yard stuff, climbing gear, spare parts, camping equipment - all carefully separated by usage. The bottom shelf houses a collection of suitcases and bags. There are several khaki rucksacks, battered and worn. The black Samsonite hard-sided case looks as if it has traveled around the world and back again: scarred, scratched, and plastered with stickers bearing questionable slogans. An old fashioned trunk sits next to the shelves, buckles shiny from a recent polish. There's a small space on the shelf where a bag is missing. The space gapes like a missing tooth and catches Brad's eye every time he comes into the garage.
Ray needs to haul his scrawny carcass back soon from that livestock-loving backwater he fondly calls home, Brad thinks for the thousandth time in the last week.
Author: jmc_bks
Pairing: Brad/Ray implied
Rating: PG for language only
Length: 167
Disclaimer: Based entirely on the fictional interpretation of the actors in the GK mini-series and not on any real person. Not for profit. Written to get myself out of the fic slump. Unbeta'd. Constructive criticism would be appreciated because it feels not right and way too heavy-handed, yet I can't seem to really fix it.
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Brad's garage is organized to the nth degree. Tools in their places on the rack or in the chest. Boards stacked. Motorcycle standing, truck parked. On the shelves in the corner are rubber bins with various supplies -- yard stuff, climbing gear, spare parts, camping equipment - all carefully separated by usage. The bottom shelf houses a collection of suitcases and bags. There are several khaki rucksacks, battered and worn. The black Samsonite hard-sided case looks as if it has traveled around the world and back again: scarred, scratched, and plastered with stickers bearing questionable slogans. An old fashioned trunk sits next to the shelves, buckles shiny from a recent polish. There's a small space on the shelf where a bag is missing. The space gapes like a missing tooth and catches Brad's eye every time he comes into the garage.
Ray needs to haul his scrawny carcass back soon from that livestock-loving backwater he fondly calls home, Brad thinks for the thousandth time in the last week.