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ifyoucantfixit:
Very funny, and tricksey
Scott6373:
That warmed up MY Winter chill el...don't know about E&J's :)
haunted_by_bbm:
The Middle of Winter...
January 31, 1968 - 6:07 p.m.
Ennis in Wyoming
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Ennis del Mar stepped out onto the rickety balcony to have a smoke, hands shaking from the cold, as he brushed a distracted arm across the top of the railing. He watched, unfocused, as the snow fell below, and continued billowing from the sky. Looking up into the mid-winter atmosphere, his mind couldn’t help but wander to a particular dark-haired man…and their most recent conversation about the cold.
‘I’d sit out here in a blizzard in the middle a winter…so long as you was with me.’
Ennis had said those words on their last night together in Pine Creek. And he’d meant them…the memory making the corners of Ennis’ mouth quiver and twitch.
He heard Alma mumbling and grumbling even through the closed door, saying something ‘bout the war that was goin’ on…something ‘bout a ‘cease fire’ of the day before that had been broken today by the Viet Cong.
Ennis sighed, staring out into the snow, knowing he should care more than he did…but in truth, the only thing he cared about was the fact that one man in particular had been ‘too busted up’ to be of any use to the army, and therefore was safe in some city in north Texas, rather than some far away place Ennis had never heard of prior to this confusing war.
Sighing deeper, Ennis glanced down at his left wrist, ugly-ass watch adorning his arm, checking the time, counting down the minutes until his favorite show…‘The Beverly Hillbillies.’
Thoughts resting once again on the crazy-ass man who’d given him the watch…the chatty bastard who did nothing but complain about the cold…Ennis couldn’t help but grin.
January 31, 1968 - 8:07 P.M.
Jack in Texas
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‘Damn, it’s cold!’
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(300 Words) ;) (Even my drabbles go long) ;)
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haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 31, 2007, 10:12:49 am ---
“Can I get ya somethin’, a cup a tea?” Ennis asked.
“No, just sit here with me, keep me company,” replied Jack, patting the seat on the couch next to him.
Ennis pulled Jack close in his arms, tucking an afghan around his legs. “C’mere babe,” he said softly, feeling Jack curl up like a cat against his body.
“I’m fuckin’ freezin’ and I can’t get warm.”
Ennis could feel Jack shivering, and rubbed his arms, trying to warm him with his own body heat. Then suddenly, “I’m sorry, Jack, sorry for all of it.”
“Sorry for what?” Jack mumbled, his head buried in Ennis’s chest.
“For makin’ you go campin’ all those times, in the fuckin’ cold. You used ta shiver like this and could never get warm.”
“Ya don’t need ta apologize, En. It was a long time ago.”
“Yeah, but you’d get cold, yer muscles would ache. I never appreciated how busted up you were from rodeoin’ til we got here ta Quanah. I’d make ya sleep on the ground in the snow and rain…what a fuck up I was.”
--- End quote ---
aaahhh, sweet Ennis just warms my heart. ;)
coffeecat33:
White
It was the silence that woke him. It was the light permeating the tent walls that woke him. It was the cold that woke him. He sat up, shivered like a man with malaria, his teeth clacking loudly. He gathered a blanket around himself for warmth but it didn’t help. He jammed his feet into his boots; they felt like two blocks of ice. He staggered outside. The white was so bright it blinded him. He ran through the knee-deep snow. Everything familiar was covered in white. He ran in circles, trying to get his bearings. He was in the same place as when he lay down to sleep but different. White. His breath came out in puffy white clouds. He could hear how ragged his breathing was.
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.
The sun came out but it was a cold white sun in a blue-white sky. It was time to go back down the mountain. He folded up the tent. The horse had wandered away looking for green grass. Ennis found the horse, loaded the gear and headed down the mountain.
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