[Original: Drabble] "Perseids" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Perseids
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: A Shooting Star (A Novel About Annie Oakley, by Sheila Solomon Klass)
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell watch the meteor shower.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Perseids
“Hey, sir,” I called, when the access door to the roof opened. “Did you bring the blankets?”
“The door was unlocked,” said Howell, from behind me. “I could have been anyone.”
“Nah, I could smell your blood,” I said.
My partner stopped walking. “Really?”
I turned and smiled. “No, sir. It doesn’t work like that. But I did recognize your footsteps coming up the stairs.”
Howell didn’t smile, but his expression softened. “Not bad, rookie. And I do have blankets.”
“Great,” I said. “Thanks, sir.”
I’d discovered I didn’t actually have any spare blankets in my apartment, but I’d made a start with a couple of big, squishy pillows. Howell sat carefully next to me, with the pillows against the wall of the bump-out that held the roof access door and stairwell, and spread a thick, plaid wool blanket over our laps.
“What are we looking at?” he asked.
I held out the astronomy text book I’d been holding in my lap.
“Perseus is that way, sir. The meteor shower doesn’t start, exactly- it’s already going on, technically- but it should be dark enough to see it any moment now.”
We were quiet for a long moment, before I spotted a streak of brightness against the dark sky.
“There, sir! Make a wish!”
“You make one?” he asked.
“Yep.”
He snorted and set a metal thermos onto the roof with a click. “It’s coffee.”
I grinned. “Wish granted.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: A Shooting Star (A Novel About Annie Oakley, by Sheila Solomon Klass)
Word Count: 238
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell watch the meteor shower.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Perseids
“Hey, sir,” I called, when the access door to the roof opened. “Did you bring the blankets?”
“The door was unlocked,” said Howell, from behind me. “I could have been anyone.”
“Nah, I could smell your blood,” I said.
My partner stopped walking. “Really?”
I turned and smiled. “No, sir. It doesn’t work like that. But I did recognize your footsteps coming up the stairs.”
Howell didn’t smile, but his expression softened. “Not bad, rookie. And I do have blankets.”
“Great,” I said. “Thanks, sir.”
I’d discovered I didn’t actually have any spare blankets in my apartment, but I’d made a start with a couple of big, squishy pillows. Howell sat carefully next to me, with the pillows against the wall of the bump-out that held the roof access door and stairwell, and spread a thick, plaid wool blanket over our laps.
“What are we looking at?” he asked.
I held out the astronomy text book I’d been holding in my lap.
“Perseus is that way, sir. The meteor shower doesn’t start, exactly- it’s already going on, technically- but it should be dark enough to see it any moment now.”
We were quiet for a long moment, before I spotted a streak of brightness against the dark sky.
“There, sir! Make a wish!”
“You make one?” he asked.
“Yep.”
He snorted and set a metal thermos onto the roof with a click. “It’s coffee.”
I grinned. “Wish granted.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold