I've really enjoyed these drabbles! thanks everyone. There no end to Jack-and-Ennis inspiration, is there? 
The days were getting shorter since he got home,,,Bu it seems
as if there is still too many hours in the day. He looks out the window
and sees the day is barely beginning. The color of the sky is turning
dark and ominous... It is that deepening blue of the sky just before
the rain falls.
He turns his head to the wall, and smells fresh coffee, and knows
the first pot of the day is starting to gurgle and boil.. In his minds
eye he can see the brown liquide pop into the little glass top on the
percolator.
He can also see the good china cups setting on the table! That
is his mamas way of saying welcome home son.. They usually use
the mugs in this house. Jacks old man is partial to the mugs, and fig
ures the china is a silly useless thing for ladies and silly worthless boys.
He is reluctant to rise off of his bed and start the day. It is a bed
he is familiar with and he doestn really like it.. It is too small now that
he has grown so tall. He has had trouble keeping his feet under the
covers, and has decided socks is the way to insure the feet stay
warm..
Jack then decides its time to get up and start moving, fore the
old man starts to get all stompin and faunching in order to get him
outa the bed, he really isnt in the mood to tolerate that today.
He quickly reaches into his duffle, and takes the shirts out of
his bag. He reaches into the closet and finds a hanger wire, is all he
has, but that'll do. He carefully takes Ennis" shirt and fits it inside his
own. Placing them both on the hanger and then putting them into
the dark recess in the closet. He lifts the sleeve, takes in a deep
sigh and breathes in the smell of smoke, cigarettes, and his love.
The effect so strong he barely stands upright..
"Jack". his mama calls "Time for breakfast". He pulls his shirt on
on his way down the stairs,,,. Saying "ill be there in a minute mama.
Jack rushes into the bathroom to relieve himself. and checks the
mirror runs his finger thru his hair, and sees the beginning of yellow,
on the side of his cheek. That bruise wont stay long, but the memory
of it, and how he got it, will stay for the rest of his days.
bB
