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twistedude:
025. Strangers
They call him Señor Azul—Mister Blue—for his eyes.  They know what he likes:  tall, rangy men with brown eyes and dark blond or light brown hair, not too much older or younger than him.  He rarely fucks them; he’d rather be fucked himself.  Blowjobs?  Sometimes he gives, sometimes takes.  He never wants to know their names, never socializes.  He just shows up, cruises until he finds someone suitable, and goes off to a room with him.  He’s well-liked because he’s both considerate and generous.  They never see him smile.  They’re strangers to him, though they know him well.

This is one of Sid Melucci's 40 fine drabbles, that  haunted me so that I started digging in the pile of shit in my yard till i found the pony that I KNEW must be there...

                                     http://sid401k.livejournal.com

Meryl:
That's a good one, Jule.  Thanks!  8)

twistedude:
004. Hours
North on US-287 to Amarillo.  Then US-87 and still north, just barely missing the Oklahoma panhandle.  Across the northeast corner of New Mexico to US-64 in Raton, just before the Colorado border.  Straight shot north through Colorado—try to miss rush hour in Denver.  Cross the Wyoming border and into Cheyenne.  Pick up US-20 near Casper and follow it west to the little town of Shoshoni, by the Boysen Reservoir.  Then south for a change on US-26, just a hundred miles to go now to get to Riverton.  Fourteen hours.  If you don’t pay no mind to the speed limits.

One of Sid's first--everyone likes it, and nobody can figure out why someth8ing that mainly sounds like looking at a highway map can be so powerful.
                   (for URL, see above)
                 

jessiwrite:
Okay, this is my first post here, so shaky thing.  I love that last drabble, 004 hours,  really unique.
I wanted to put my one and only here, I hope, very much, that it's okay.  I am so completely new to this.  Oh wait, I posted a Haiku here, nearly forgot, lol.  Second message, but haven't talked to anyone.

This is a 200 word drabble. Wrapped In Sleep

It's warmer in Riverton right now than Childress.  It's after midnight, Ennis should be asleep.  His long day begins mighty early.  The night's too warm, Ennis deals better with cold, a pillow glues sweaty curls to his neck, hot dampness weighs against his naked chest and long limbs. He wonders if Jack's chest is bare, if the small of his back is damp... and Ennis' strong jaw finally relaxes, a fine face softens as his mind, and soul, wraps him around Jack in sleep. 
 
Childress is nice and cool tonight, light rain off and on, spittle from some tired hurricane. Windows opened, an easy breeze relaxes Jack's long body, sheets been kicked off, soft air dries wetness from his face, Jack doesn't bother to wipe tears away there in the dark, hours after Lureen is asleep. He doesn't mind them, makes Ennis more real, closer. Lifting up his white cotton tee the damp draft feels good on his bare chest and he pulls the shirt off... the chill of the night quickly warmed as his jaw relaxes, eyes soften to a smile with sleep, as Jack’s mind, and soul, is wrapped by Ennis.

jessi

Meryl:
jessi, that is a beautiful drabble!  I love the idea and the images you call up, of dampness and air, heat and cold.  Thanks for adding it to this thread.  :-*

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