The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!

[MaineWriter]

A sweet memory for me too, Leslie - Ennis going to get Junior and Jenny.  You know me and my mania for minutiae - I loved knowing exactly what was in that cooler!  Thanks - now Janice's drabble has that sibling! 

Marie

Actually, it was when he was taking Junior and Jenny home, after their three week visit in Quanah..

L

[ifyoucantfixit]

Hiya,

I thought I'd share one more drabble ..
Sorry if it is alittle heavy ..  I started out wanting to write something cheerful but it somehow headed in this direction ..

Tainted skies ..

The evening sky boasted a bright orange color
As if the clouds were on fire;
There was a peculiar smell in the air
Like that of iron in freshly-shed blood..
The high-pitched cries of a coyote pierced the air
Insistent and mournful..
Jack sat huddled by the campfire,
Shivering uncontrollably
Clutching his enamel whiskey cup
His head buried in his chest ..

Ennis lay asleep in the tent
He felt Jack lay down behind him
Jack's cold hand slipping underneath his old canvas coat,
Roaming, starving for the warm flesh.
He closed his eyes, his breath quickened ..
He turned to face Jack, to touch him
Instead, there lay the carcass
Of the coyote he'd shot at first light
Trickles of its blood seeping into the bedroll ..


5:12 a.m.
He awoke suddenly
He was hard
His face drenched in sweat
His pulse racing ..
He felt sick and dirty
An uneasy feeling crept upon him..
Something felt wrong, tainted, broken ..

Later that night
Sat alone in the silence of his trailer,
He held the postcard in his hand
He read it over and over and over again..
His tears dripping on the bold letters in red.
His mind flashed back to the images in the dream:
His Jack shivering alone by the dying fire ..
The burning skies, the slain coyote, the flowing blood ..

     I love this milli, it is so beautiful, and so so sad...it is a heartbreaker.                   
                                                                                  janice

[MaineWriter]

Wednesday, hump day and let's see if these prompts are more inspiring than yesterday:

• tangerines or oranges
• a movie
• persistent

Leslie

[jpwagoneer1964]

Ennis: Remember back up at Brokeback, that summer, that night...ah it got so cold an you called me to come into the tent. And...you ...you know, took my hand...and....were you....

Jack: Tell you what...the truth is I...I was scared ta death...scared you were gonna bolt down that mountain right then an' there. Didn't know what I was gonna do if you whudda..

Ennis: I...I'm real glad ya did...you know...and ya let me...

Jack smiling back at Ennis: That next night, didn't know if you was commin' inside er not...I ...

Ennis: I was a scared too Jack...but you...you made it alright.

Jack: I... I'm real glad ya did

Ennis: Me to Jack...me to.

[MaineWriter]

November 1975
Pine Creek

Jack lifted the box of tangerines out of the back of his truck. “Got us a special treat, bud,” he said to Ennis. “Thanksgiving’s comin’ up in few weeks, they start havin’ these fancy clementines in the store. Come all the way from Spain.”

“I seen ‘em, but I never bought ‘em, too expensive,” said Ennis, his eyes widening at the fruit.

Jack shrugged. “Ya won’t let me buy ya a present ta keep, I figger a treat we can eat while we’re here is the next best thing.”

“Don’t bring that up, Jack, I know yer thinkin’ ‘bout that gun ya got me.”

Jack waved his hand. “Don’t worry, it’s over, I hocked it and got good money for it. Now these tangerines…lookit the name, ‘My darlin’ clementine.’ Makes me think a you ‘cause that’s how I think a you.”

“Clementine?”

Jack laughed, then his voice turned serious. “No. My darlin’.”

Ennis gave him a pained look. “What the fuck, Jack, you tryin’ ta get this trip off on the wrong foot? Remindin’ me a presents, names ya can’t call me…”

“Mebbe I can’t say it, but I can think it…that’s what I said.”

“Jack, please…” said Ennis, his voice plaintive.

Jack’s eyes dropped to the box in his hand. I thought I could do it, I thought I could press it, but I can’t…I love him too much…. He lifted one of bright orange fruits out of the crate and handed it to Ennis. “Here ya go, cowboy. They taste real good..a lil bit a summer sunshine on a cold winter day.”

Ennis took the offered fruit with a murmured thanks, then looked at Jack, and in his eyes, Jack saw all that he needed to know.

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[ifyoucantfixit]

     It's raining cats and dogs, as Jack would say, the sky is dark and
ominous..  The lightning, and thunder are raising, the hair on the back of their arms, and legs. 
      A gigantic flash of lightning stabs across, the sky.  It turns the
whole mountain, a myriad of color, orange, and tangerine yellow  it has flames of red, and white spears at the ends of the jagged linel..There is and immediately crash of the thunder as if it's a bomb.
     "Man! That was a close one Bud."  Ennis remarks rather subdued.
     "Sure hope, one of those things don't hit the tent."  "At's a
fact Cowboy."  "We'd go up like a candle on a birthday cake."
     "Well i don't mean to be persistant about this deal bud."  "But
I still need to piss."  "Well, if you gotta go, go on ahead, but
i damned sure ain't gonna hold it fer ya this time."  "Much as i'd
love ta do that for ya."  "This is one time, I ain't gonna."
     "Maybe i'll wait."

[Lumière]

Wow.
Three awesome drabbles! 
Cheers Mark, Leslie and Janice!   

[Scott6373]

He sat in the musty, darkened movie house.  Only two others were there, and he couldn’t tell if they were men or women.  He arrived after the movie had begun.  Fear and excitement kept him from really focusing on the story.  He seemed to have been in a perpetual state of arousal and anxiety, since he made the decision to sneak to the next town and see this movie.

As he sat there, the images of the two men grappling and touching overtook him.  His heart skipped beats and his breath came in shallow inhalations.  The sight of two men together, with one of them not being him, was a new one: an exotic one: forbidden: desired: maddening: saddening.  His cock grew hard and thick.  In the darkness of the theater and the darkness of his mental wanderings, he allowed his hand to rub the straining fullness in his jeans.  If only that Hamlin guy could look more like Ennis.

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[Lumière]

Another dabble ...

Jack came slinking into the motel bedroom
Dressed in his birthday suit
His hair dripping wet, a wicked smile on his lips ..

"So, you wanna drive to Lubbock for lunch and catch a movie afterwards?"

Ennis lay spread-eagled on the bed
His hand disappearing underneath the sheet

"What d'ya wanna go to Lubbock for? I ain't entertainment enough for ya?"
He teased, his eyes moving up and down Jack's naked form ..

"You ain't half bad, Ennis del Mar," Jack mused, "But I can't wear you out completely,
Don't want ya falling asleep on me tonight.."

Jack winked and returned to the bathroom.

"Come on, we better make use of this bed while we got it! 
Remember .. tonight yer gonna be sleeping on the cold ground
With nothing but me to warm ya up.."

Jack walked towards the bed, shaking his head ..

"Yer a horny and persistent sumbitch, Ennis del Mar!
Besides, who says we need to wait till tonight to go camping?
Looks to me like ya got yer very own tent happening here! 
Damn boy!", Jack exclaimed, throwing himself onto the bed.

He draped himself all over his lover's aroused body ..
His tongue exploring, caressing the warm skin
His efforts rewarded by Ennis' deep moans and sighs ..

[ifyoucantfixit]

He sat in the musty, darkened movie house.  Only two others were there, and he couldn’t tell if they were men or women.  He arrived after the movie had begun.  Fear and excitement kept him from really focusing on the story.  He seemed to have been in a perpetual state of arousal and anxiety, since he made the decision to sneak to the next town and see this movie.

As he sat there, the images of the two men grappling and touching overtook him.  His heart skipped beats and his breath came in shallow inhalations.  The sight of two men together, with one of them not being him, was a new one: an exotic one: forbidden: desired: maddening: saddening.  His cock grew hard and thick.  In the darkness of the theater and the darkness of his mental wanderings, he allowed his hand to rub the straining fullness in his jeans.  If only that Hamlin guy could look more like Ennis.

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    You are a baddd boy scott...but funny

great job, mark, and Leslie, and lucise... great as ever guys