Stars

[solosundance]

Back then his best mate shut him in the coal-hole.  For a dare or a joke or just because it was flaming well there.

Doyle had chewed his knuckles, yelled abuse.  He’d emerged smoky-faced, heart hammering under cover of a cocky smile.  Gave his former best mate the juiciest black eye.

These days random injustices came in deeper, blacker pits.  With

Comments

[byslantedlight]

Oh, nice... and hurrah for you drabbling our lads! *g*

[solosundance]

I was happy to manage a drabble :) I'd half thought about a drabble for each part of that poem you prompted me with - the 'night without stars' and the 'sleep without dreams' but that was way too ambitious *g* Nice pome though, and I love the name 'Ardella'. I looked it up and it apparently means 'blooming meadow' - there was a silly sort of drabble in there too. Hee :D

[merentha13]

I love this. The last line is brilliant! I'm off to read it again.

[solosundance]

Aw thank you :D

[cornishcat]

God, there's a great depth to this... keep reading it and you find more layers. Lovely.

[solosundance]

Thank you, ma'am ♥

[etain_antrim]

Great link of past and present!

[solosundance]

Thanks, that was what I was trying for :D

[lillianorchid]

Absolutely love the last line! :) Love it.

[solosundance]

Eee, look at Bodie with his bed-head hair and rather fine shoulders... lovely icon! (and thank you!)

[lillianorchid]

Thanks. He does look rather nice after he's just woken up, doesn't he? ;D (and you're welcome! :D)