[Original: Drabble] "Up Above" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Up Above
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 march mini table of doom, prompt #07 ‘balcony
Word Count: 267
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke’s apartment is on the top floor.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Up Above
It was technically accurate to say that I lived in a Philadelphia penthouse, with a sweeping city view. It was more accurate to say that my apartment was on the top floor of a building that was a dozen stories shorter than the ones around it, with a view of concrete and glass and the neon lights of the bodega on the next corner.
I’d lived in this apartment since I was eight- ten years with my parents and ten years without them- and it was home.
But sometimes, even home could be stifling, especially with the air conditioning broken. Usually, I was too cold to turn mine on, even in the summer, but the city was just beginning what promised to be an impressive heatwave.
So, I made myself a bloody mary- kind of a virgin one, with no alcohol and extra pig’s blood- and went out onto the veranda. By ‘veranda’, of course, I meant the tiny concrete-and-rusty-railing just off my living room, but Mom had always called it ‘the veranda’ and so I did, too. There wasn’t a lot of room out there, just enough for a battered second-hand table and a plastic chair that could actually be very comfortable when piled with cushions.
It was quiet, out here, above the noise of the traffic far below, and I sipped my drink, watching the lights of the last few late-night commuters heading home.
Behind me, I heard my apartment door open, using the only spare key I had ever given anyone, and I smiled, even though my partner couldn’t see me.
“Out here, sir!”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 march mini table of doom, prompt #07 ‘balcony
Word Count: 267
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke’s apartment is on the top floor.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Up Above
It was technically accurate to say that I lived in a Philadelphia penthouse, with a sweeping city view. It was more accurate to say that my apartment was on the top floor of a building that was a dozen stories shorter than the ones around it, with a view of concrete and glass and the neon lights of the bodega on the next corner.
I’d lived in this apartment since I was eight- ten years with my parents and ten years without them- and it was home.
But sometimes, even home could be stifling, especially with the air conditioning broken. Usually, I was too cold to turn mine on, even in the summer, but the city was just beginning what promised to be an impressive heatwave.
So, I made myself a bloody mary- kind of a virgin one, with no alcohol and extra pig’s blood- and went out onto the veranda. By ‘veranda’, of course, I meant the tiny concrete-and-rusty-railing just off my living room, but Mom had always called it ‘the veranda’ and so I did, too. There wasn’t a lot of room out there, just enough for a battered second-hand table and a plastic chair that could actually be very comfortable when piled with cushions.
It was quiet, out here, above the noise of the traffic far below, and I sipped my drink, watching the lights of the last few late-night commuters heading home.
Behind me, I heard my apartment door open, using the only spare key I had ever given anyone, and I smiled, even though my partner couldn’t see me.
“Out here, sir!”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow