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mariez:
--- Quote from: belbbmfan on February 01, 2007, 07:50:39 am ---I've really enjoyed these drabbles! thanks everyone. There no end to Jack-and-Ennis inspiration, is there? :)
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Me too!! And there's apparently no end to talented, imaginative writers either!
Looking forward to more. Thanks for sharing!
Marie
MaineWriter:
Something you don't usually get from me: a little bit of angst.
Riverton, Wyoming
April, 1975
Ennis shoved the flowers at Alma, green tissue paper falling off. “Here, I got ya somethin’,” he said, his voice barely a grunt.
She looked at the ten daffodils, cinched with a green rubber band. “What’s this for?”
“I thought they were pretty, thought ya might like them.”
“Ya never buy me flowers, Ennis, what were ya thinkin’?”
“They were sellin’ em at the grocery store…a fundraiser for somethin’. Girl Scouts, I think.”
Alma took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, then turned to Ennis. “We can barely afford to put food on the table and you go throwin’ money away on daffodils. What’re ya thinkin’, Ennis?”
“Oh fuck it, I was just tryin’ ta do somethin’ nice,” he said, storming out the door, lighting a cigarette as the screen slammed behind him.
Fuck, just somethin’ nice for you, Alma, he thought, and then paused. No, not Alma. It’s you, Jack. The flowers reminded me a you, and the mountain, and the spring, and the yellow columbine growin’ up around the rocks and scatterin’ down the hillside…
He clattered down the stairs and threw himself into his truck, then stopped, head dropping forward on the steering wheel. “Why the fuck can’t I do anythin’ right…for anybody?” he swore to himself.
(218 words)
Scott6373:
She placed the small pot of bulbs out on the porch landing. The weather had finally started to turn from winter’s inescapable cold, and the mornings, she guessed, were warm enough now to put some daffodil bulbs out. She knew she could use the bright yellow of the blossoms to lift her spirit.
Ennis had stopped talking to her…in any real sense…far too long ago, but the last few months had brought a change in her husband. He seemed more attentive, more interested in her and the children. The remembrance of the Valentine’s Day dance at the church caused a warm and safe flood of feeling to course though her.
******
“Ennis, thank you so for bringin me. I’m havin a real good time.” She rested her head against her husbands shoulder as the swayed slowly on the dance floor.
“It’s good ta get out…both of us. Oh…uh…listen…I’m goin fishin come first week in April…with Jack. That a problem?”
“No honey, it ain’t. I know how you love your trips with your friend.” She stretched up on her toes and placed a sweet kiss on her husband’s cheek. She thought then about buying him a new creel case for his trip.
******
“You got everythin you need?”
“Yep, I think so. Jesus look at the time…gonna be late.” Ennis grabbed his duffel and coat and moved quickly to the door. Alma followed on his heels.
“Oh here…your fishin stuff.” She handed him the equipment and the new creel case, which he had not yet noticed. He would notice when he read the note inside.
“Um…thanks…gotta get movin.” Overloaded and rushing, he pushed the screen door open and clumsily lumbered his way out. The duffel over his shoulder swung and sent the pot of now blooming daffodils sailing off the porch rail, landing in a crash on the pavement below. The small yellow flowers laying wan and dying on the ground.
318 words (sorry)
Bigheart:
Leslie, I loved this part :)
“There is babe, believe it. I’m feelin’ it now.”
“You are?”
“I am.”
“I love you Jack.”
“I know.”
Scott ~ loved this:
"Gotta mail that off to Jack today," he said, as if in reply to the urgency of the wind. Don Wroe's cabin next month. The whole week. With Jack.
Janice ~ loved this, I didn't know you were a writer! :):
Summer will return in a blast of indian winds coming down from the mountain. so jack and me can go back to the river in the early evening and go skinny dipping again
El wing ~ loved this, heh:
“Since I’m standin’ here with bare ass stickin’ out.”
“Mmm, it’s damn near as white as the snow too--like ta of blinded me. Damn perdy though.”
Leslie ~ I loved this, I think I commented on this when you posted this on BBSlash. I know I commented on your sledding one, I adored that one:
He thought the world had come to an end. He felt he was missing a vital part of himself. Something was missing. He looked around the white world trying to find it but it wasn’t there.
Aww Leslie, so sad:
Fuck, just somethin’ nice for you, Alma, he thought, and then paused. No, not Alma. It’s you, Jack. The flowers reminded me a you, and the mountain, and the spring, and the yellow columbine growin’ up around the rocks and scatterin’ down the hillside…
He clattered down the stairs and threw himself into his truck, then stopped, head dropping forward on the steering wheel. “Why the fuck can’t I do anythin’ right…for anybody?” he swore to himself.
THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE :) I just adore drabbles :) This is a really good idea, Leslie :)
Penthesilea:
Jack rises from the log he's been sitting on when he hears Ennis' truck coming along the gravel road. Big smile lits his face, almost equally matched by the one in his companion's face as the vehicle emerges between the trees. As soon an the door opens, something black and furry tumbles out, barking and bouncing like a rubber ball.
"What's this?"
"Guess!"
"Good to see you". They embrace before Jack continues.
"So, who's this little fella?"
"This is Yellow. Junior's and Francine's dog. They found him somewhere on a back road. Alma didn't want no dog in the house. And after he trashed some of her good china she threw him out. The girls asked me to keep him for them. Didn't want no dog either." Ennis ends with a frown, looking down on the still yapping creature.
"You hush now" he scolds the dog.
Jack kneels beside the now quiet animal.
"He's cute. But why's his name Yellow? He's jet black."
Ennis shrugs "It's s'posed to be funny."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"En, I heard ya."
"Was talkin' to the dog."
"But I heard ya say my name."
"Didn't."
Three days Jack listens carefully whenever Ennis murmurs to the dog. It may have been the
daughters who found the pet, and maybe all three of them believed Ennis just keeps it for his girls, but Jack and the dog know better. It's Ennis' dog.
Then, late at night, when Ennis thinks he's asleep, Jack can hear it clear as a bell. The dog's name isn't Yellow. Ennis calls him Jackie.
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