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mariez:
--- Quote from: el_wing on February 05, 2007, 12:51:12 pm ---Eight Minutes
A flash of lightening and clap of thunder sounded as the sky opened, pounding the windshield like tomorrow and today would be washed away.
Ennis laid his head on the steering wheel.
Yesterday was all Ennis had.
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I can picture that so perfectly! :'(
--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on February 05, 2007, 01:22:25 pm --- All he could think of was, it would be like killing Jack all
over again to burn them cards,,,so he just put them back in the box, an
started back to riverton. Well Jack, "I swear,"
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Damn, Janice - you really get me with your endings.
--- Quote from: jpwagoneer1964 on February 05, 2007, 01:27:39 pm ---Saturday morning, March 5th 1966 ....Nothing the Lord had in heaven could be better than his time on Brokeback he thought. Ennis remained there for a moment no longer feeling the biting of the wind but the warmth of of his days spent at Brokeback.
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Sigh. That is so poignant.
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 05, 2007, 01:48:36 pm ---
But all Jack said was, “Ya got yer girls, Ennis, and yer job. I know ya can’t take anymore time off.”
Ennis nodded. “Yeah. That’s it.”
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Ahh, Leslie. That great chasm between what was in their hearts and minds and the reality of their lives. So, so sad.
Thank you, all - really beautiful writing.
Marie
el_wing:
I like the results of this prompt best so far. The ending are all particularly good. ;)
Lumière:
Wow .. awesome drabbles everyone! :D
Lumière:
Lemme throw this in ... :)
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he struggled to concentrate on his driving. He was a nervous wreck. He'd quit smoking about three times that month, yet he'd always found a reason to go looking for another cigarette. Sometimes it was Lureen, most times it was L.D., now this. Jack momentarily looked away from the road as he reached for his 'emergency' pack of cigarettes hidden in the glove compartment. He sighed in relief when he saw there were two left.
His eyes returned to the road as he smoked on a cigarette, his mind reverting once more to his dilemma.
'I don't know if I can actually go through with this,' he mumbled to himself. 'Shit.'
A drag from the cigarette.
'What does he expect me to do? I been askin', even pleadin', yet he won't budge .. always fuckin' excuses. The sumbitch! I don't know why I keep torturin’ myself!'
Another drag from the cigarette.
Jack stopped at the ‘Lucky 8’ gas station outside town for a refill, he noticed a public telephone beside the checkout counter. He dug into his pockets, pulled out a handful of coins, threw a couple in and dialed the familiar number, his hands trembling.
"Oh hey! Ennis, it's me, Jack. How you been?" A little smile crept up on his face as he heard the familiar voice. He listened in disbelief for a moment, his eyes wide. “Really?? Next Friday, hunh? And a week off too! Damn cowboy, yer making an ol’ man very happy just now! I’ll be there!” he beamed. “See you Friday .. yeah.. bye..”..
Jack sat in his truck a few moments later, his head against the steering wheel, a smile on his lips. ‘Damn, I got it bad, after all these years. He utters few words and I get jelly knees. Damn short fuckin’ leash he keeps me on, the sumbitch. Guess this camping trip with Randall will have to wait.’
His mind at peace for a time, Jack turned his truck around, this time bound for Childress.
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Penthesilea:
Jack hadn't seen the truck with the semitrailer. Hadn't seen it coming. He didn't know what had hit their car, what had happened and how. But he remembered the feeling, unreal, slow-motion like, and he saw what happened after the crash. He saw the street swirling around them, when in fact it was their vehicle spinning on the asphalt. He saw the edge of the street and the slope behind it coming closer. His eyes closed reflexively, as like they didn't want to see what followed.
The car slid down the slope, overturned a few times, finally laid still on its roof. It took him a moment to reorientate, then he untangled his limbs and looked after his passenger.
"Ennis?"
Ennis laid beside him. He looked fine, no blood to be seen. But he was too still. He didn't move, he didn't say anything, his eyes stayed closed.
"Ennis?"
Within a split second Jack panicked.
"ENNIS!"
The grunt he got in return from his man was the most beautiful sound Jack had heard in his life.
Eight weeks later, another truck hit another car at the exact same spot on Wesner's Creek Road. A whole family of five was extinguished.
When Jack read it, he dropped the newspaper, ignored Ennis' puzzled look and went to the bathroom. He looked closely at the little scar their accident had left on his temple.
Ennis followed a few minutes later. They embraced without words. Life was precious.
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