Drabble - 3 - Simon and Bryan
First came - A Memorable Drive
Then came - drabbles
Next, another drabble :) gonna post this as a sundaysnuggle too as I haven't posted there for ages and todays sunday and I think/hope this could standalone :)
Bryan kicked the car, all that did was have him hoping in the road. The damn thing had broken down, today of all days. His choice to drive himself, earning those precious few minute of alone time, was proving his downfall. His mother had been fuss a minute though, he knew he’d had to escape once the second Kleenex box had made an appearance! His father, clever man, had gone on ahead to the function room, ‘to oversee’ he’d claimed, beating a hasty traitorous retreat.
His day was ruined. If his car didn’t start, and now, his very life would be over. This was everything for him. He needed to get there. Preferably without oil stains on his pants.
A turn of the key and all the praying, cursing and wild promises in the world wouldn’t make the car turn over. Chug-chug-rattle-and a sound like the vehicle was blowing a raspberry. At him, at his life. His life was over. Bryan rested his forehead on the cold uncaring steering wheel and blinked away tears.
The sound of another engine had him lift his head, Bryan scrambled out of his car to flag down the possible Samaritan, ready to offer the person access to his savings account - not overwhelming but not quite moths, his sister’s first born - him being gay, and well, his nephew was cute but hyper with an unfortunate tendency to wake at 4am and jump on his sleeping uncles, before ask questions to make them squirm; like ‘Did you hear, Uncle Sime groaning really loud last night?’ and ‘What are those red marks all down your chest?’ he’d swear his sister put the boy up to it!
Police lights flashed like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Bryan’s nemesis Officer Mike Hardy approached and Bryan was almost grateful enough to forget everything and hug the man. Almost. He looked smart and extra official today, concern colouring his voice as he silently watched Bryan’s hasty wipe of his eyes.
‘You alright there son? Haven’t you got somewhere to be?’
‘My car’ his voice wobbled but he didn’t care ‘it’s broken down’
‘Not to worry’ Bryan couldn’t have been more thrilled if the man stripped down to bright tights with his undies on over them! ‘I’ll give you a lift, you can sit in the front and have a go at the siren’
Mike muttered jargon into his radio as Bryan climbed in, snapping his belt in place and sitting tense. Before they got to the centre of town they’d picked up two motorcycle cops and were being followed by another police car.
Which is how Bryan made a grand entrance. Arriving on time, barely, in a hail of lights, sirens and uniformed men. The gasps, catcalls, laughter and Simon’s older brother’s reverent ‘Oh my!’ were mere background. Standing on the step to the old hall was the love of his life.
His man. His Simon. Standing there with the sweetest of smiles, all suited, booted and ready to wed.
xx
Then came - drabbles
Next, another drabble :) gonna post this as a sundaysnuggle too as I haven't posted there for ages and todays sunday and I think/hope this could standalone :)
Bryan kicked the car, all that did was have him hoping in the road. The damn thing had broken down, today of all days. His choice to drive himself, earning those precious few minute of alone time, was proving his downfall. His mother had been fuss a minute though, he knew he’d had to escape once the second Kleenex box had made an appearance! His father, clever man, had gone on ahead to the function room, ‘to oversee’ he’d claimed, beating a hasty traitorous retreat.
His day was ruined. If his car didn’t start, and now, his very life would be over. This was everything for him. He needed to get there. Preferably without oil stains on his pants.
A turn of the key and all the praying, cursing and wild promises in the world wouldn’t make the car turn over. Chug-chug-rattle-and a sound like the vehicle was blowing a raspberry. At him, at his life. His life was over. Bryan rested his forehead on the cold uncaring steering wheel and blinked away tears.
The sound of another engine had him lift his head, Bryan scrambled out of his car to flag down the possible Samaritan, ready to offer the person access to his savings account - not overwhelming but not quite moths, his sister’s first born - him being gay, and well, his nephew was cute but hyper with an unfortunate tendency to wake at 4am and jump on his sleeping uncles, before ask questions to make them squirm; like ‘Did you hear, Uncle Sime groaning really loud last night?’ and ‘What are those red marks all down your chest?’ he’d swear his sister put the boy up to it!
Police lights flashed like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Bryan’s nemesis Officer Mike Hardy approached and Bryan was almost grateful enough to forget everything and hug the man. Almost. He looked smart and extra official today, concern colouring his voice as he silently watched Bryan’s hasty wipe of his eyes.
‘You alright there son? Haven’t you got somewhere to be?’
‘My car’ his voice wobbled but he didn’t care ‘it’s broken down’
‘Not to worry’ Bryan couldn’t have been more thrilled if the man stripped down to bright tights with his undies on over them! ‘I’ll give you a lift, you can sit in the front and have a go at the siren’
Mike muttered jargon into his radio as Bryan climbed in, snapping his belt in place and sitting tense. Before they got to the centre of town they’d picked up two motorcycle cops and were being followed by another police car.
Which is how Bryan made a grand entrance. Arriving on time, barely, in a hail of lights, sirens and uniformed men. The gasps, catcalls, laughter and Simon’s older brother’s reverent ‘Oh my!’ were mere background. Standing on the step to the old hall was the love of his life.
His man. His Simon. Standing there with the sweetest of smiles, all suited, booted and ready to wed.
xx