The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[southendmd]

To Lashawn, there couldn't have been a pokier place than Childress.

[Meryl]

After saying goodbye to Jack at the end of their summer on Brokeback, Ennis found himself retching miserably in a nondescript alley in Signal.

[MaineWriter]

Jack's invitation to sleep in the tent was a sensible one, given the nippy night air up on Brokeback.

[memento]

Filled with sorrow and bitterness after the post-divorce mix-up, Jack started trekking south of the border.

[Fran]

At the Motel Siesta, story Ennis told Jack about Earl's ultraviolent murder and how he had been taken by his father to view the poor man's corpse.

[MaineWriter]

Ennis stood up woozily as he acceded to Jack's suggestion to come sleep in the tent, and get out of the nippy night air up on Brokeback.

[Fran]

Round 659!

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Even More Places and Destinations

[southendmd]

After trekking south of the border, Jack sadly perused the alleys of Juarez, looking for the one with the peso-driven prostitutes.

[memento]

"In May of 1983 they spent a few cold days at a series of little icebound, no-name high lakes, then worked across into the Hail Strew River drainage." "Jack and Ennis passed a joint back and forth, the fire burning late, Jack restless and bitching about the cold, poking the flames with a stick, twisting the dial of the transistor radio until the batteries died."

[Fran]

What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger.
     They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock.  The minutes ticked by from the round watch in Ennis's pocket, from the sticks in the fire settling into coals.  Stars bit through the wavy heat layers above the fire.  Ennis's breath came slow and quiet, he hummed, rocked a little in the sparklight and Jack leaned against the steady heartbeat, the vibrations of the humming like faint electricity....

[story]