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Brokeback_Dev:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 03, 2007, 07:53:04 pm ---Childress, TX
Fall, 1966
Jack trailed behind Lureen as she pushed the grocery cart down the aisle. He hated going to the grocery store but he figured that as a new husband, this was one of the things he was supposed to do. Besides, she was six months pregnant and it was probably a good idea for him to help with lifting and carrying the grocery bags.
“What kind of jam do you like, Jack? Strawberry or raspberry?”
He shrugged. “Anything’s fine, honey. I don’t really notice, I just like something sweet on my toast.”
“Peanut butter? Skippy or Jif?”
“What’s wrong with the store brand?” he said, picking up the IGA jar. “That’s what my momma always bought. We couldn’t afford the fancy stuff.”
“Oh Jack,” she said, frowning. “There is such a big difference between the real brands and the grocery store brand! My momma only bought Skippy, so I’ll do the same.”
They continued down the aisle, Lureen pausing to put a can of Bush’s beans in the cart.
“No, don’t buy those…buy these instead,” said Jack, as he handed her a can of Bettermost beans.
“No, not these. I hate Bettermost! They are all mushy and too sweet.”
“They’re my favorite.”
Lureen grimaced. “They’re cheap and nasty, Jack. We can afford decent beans. My momma always bought Bush’s.”
Jack shrugged. “Fine. Whatever.”
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this whole drabble is so good..thanks leslie
fernly:
--- Quote from: goadra ---Every word in the obituary bit into his fingertips.
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--- Quote from: goadra ---A block of light shone into the living room.
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--- Quote ---She didn't see her mother rewrite the note on a second sheet of paper.
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Poor Randall.
And then Jr.'s part in the creel case note...
Phrases like poetry, and each drabble utterly convincing.
Thanks so much.
Brokeback_Dev:
--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on February 03, 2007, 07:32:44 pm ---
Ennis DelMar was going down from Brokeback. He and Jack weren't
talking. He had punched Jack. They had been playin around as always.
Jack had accidentally busted his nose. He tried to see if it was broken.
As jack was using his own shirt to wipe the blood. Ennis had just slugged
him. He was mystified, why had he done that? He wasn't mad, zactly.
He was all mixed up.. He didnt know why he felt so dam bad. He had
probly lost the only good friend he ever had. In all his born days he never
had such a good friend as Jack.. Now it is done.
What in hell did i do with my darn shirt.?? Damned Aguirre anyway.
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very very good drabble of Ennis and Jack's last day up on the mountain
MaineWriter:
Not as many drabbles yesterday. Maybe the prompts weren't inspiring, or maybe it's the weekend. Things seemed quiet around Bettermost. Anyway, for today, try these on for size:
* woodstove
* birdseed
* mittens
Leslie
Scott6373:
“Ok Jack push.” Ennis pushed the gas pedal down and he could here the tires spinning, but felt only the rocking of the stuck truck.
“Hell Ennis, I can’t push any harder I’m slippin all over the fuckin place.” Jack stood up straight and leaned against the back of the truck.
In frustration, Ennis exited the truck and joined with Jack at the rear. What am I gonna do? Was supposed to leave an hour ago.” Ennis slammed his gloved fists against the truck.
“I dunno. Just can’t get any traction on this ice. Didn’t know we was supposed to get this storm. It ain’t my fault. Maybe if we throw some of the blankets under…”
“Hey wait…” Ennis went into the cab of the truck and brought out a large bag of birdseed. “Alma asked me to get this for her.” He opened the bag and spread the seed under the back tires of the truck. Ok, let’s try again” He went back and got behind the wheel, started the engine. “Ok one more try, else I’m gonna have stay here with ya forever.”
Jack sighed heavily, placed his hands against the truck and pushed. The truck moved easily out of the icy and snowy ruts it had created.
“That did it,” Ennis shouted with enthusiasm. “Ok buddy…gotta get movin.” He gunned the engine, stuck a hand out of the window and waved farewell to Jack.
He stood there, alone for a few moments before he moved. “Damn Alma…damn birds.” A few winter birds descended to eat their good fortune.
261 words
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