Drabble: The Candidate (Life on Mars)
draycevixen does a drabble challenge every Friday on lifein1973. (See all the fun we have over there?) This week's was 'Choose one of your own icons and write a LoM-related drabble about it.' I chose the icon here.
A band plays a jaunty brass cacophony somehow audible over the cheers as the candidate moves along the crowd straining against the security gate.
Sam is amongst them, leaning, for a look at the man he saw on television;
the man he imagined. Three people away, the candidate kisses a baby. Sam
doubts himself. The candidate grabs his hand, his attention elsewhere.
Perhaps he’ll shake and move on. He turns. Sam’s heart skips. Green
eyes (that two seconds ago reassured) blaze fire and pain. Two mouths
part. Sweaty palms slide and stick. Fuck, Sam thinks. This once, he’ll
vote Tory.
A band plays a jaunty brass cacophony somehow audible over the cheers as the candidate moves along the crowd straining against the security gate.
Sam is amongst them, leaning, for a look at the man he saw on television;
the man he imagined. Three people away, the candidate kisses a baby. Sam
doubts himself. The candidate grabs his hand, his attention elsewhere.
Perhaps he’ll shake and move on. He turns. Sam’s heart skips. Green
eyes (that two seconds ago reassured) blaze fire and pain. Two mouths
part. Sweaty palms slide and stick. Fuck, Sam thinks. This once, he’ll
vote Tory.