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MaineWriter:
Don Wroe's Cabin
November, 1970
Ennis was shoving another log in the woodstove as Jack came into the cabin, his breath frosty. “Goddamn, Ennis, it must be 100 degrees in here! What the hell are ya doin’?” He shoved his mittens into his pocket as he took off his coat.
“That’s my plan,” said Ennis with a smile.
“What plan?”
“I got me a cabin with a bed, and a woodstove. The only thing missin’ in this picture is naked Jack. I get it hot enough in here and I’ll get that too.”
Jack laughed. “Naked Jack? What if I’m shy, don’t want ta be sittin’ here naked?”
“Ain’t gonna be sittin’, Jack,” said Ennis with a wink.
“Well, I think I know the cure for me bein’ shy.”
“What’s that?”
“Naked Ennis. C’mere, cowboy,” said Jack, with a crook of his finger.
(135 words)
Penthesilea:
When Ennis came home from work, Alma was sitting in the recliner, carriyng a brown paper bag in her lap.
"The girls already asleep?"
"Don't think so. I just brought them to bed. Probably they're still awake, waiting for you."
"What's in the bag?"
"Whool. I'm going to knit mittens and matching scarfs for them for Christmas."
"Uh-uh."
Ennis turned to the girl's room to kiss his daughters good-night.
When he came back to Alma a few minutes later, she had laid out several balls of whool on the little table next to her.
Alma was rummaging in her sewing box, looking for the knitting needles, so she didn't notice the wistful smile on her husband's face when he took one of the balls in his hands.
Blue. The blue of the whool in his hands was so similar to another blue. His girls would have the most beautiful mittens in the world.
Word count 155
mariez:
--- Quote from: Scott6373 on February 04, 2007, 09:24:52 am ---
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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Clever use of the prompt - loved that last paragraph.
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 04, 2007, 09:49:37 am ---
“Naked Ennis. C’mere, cowboy,” said Jack, with a crook of his finger.
(135 words)
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Yep - Naked Ennis and Naked Jack always works!
--- Quote from: Penthesilea on February 04, 2007, 10:45:15 am ---
Blue. The blue of the whool in his hands was so similar to another blue. His girls would have the most beautiful mittens in the world.
Word count 155
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Awww. . . sniff. They sure would.
Thanks, everyone. Love this thread!
Marie
el_wing:
It's for the Birds
Jack sat beside the woodstove, warming his hands. No mittens, no gloves. But they'd had a good time, Ennis 'n him. Never though Ennis would be up fer a snowball fight. Jack smiled. Ennis had acted like a damn kid again. Never forget the way he'd tackled Jack, both landin' face first down in the snow then rollin' around like it was a field a daisies instead wet snow.
"What are ya doin' in there Ennis? Ain't ya cold?"
"Be right there. Gettin' ya something."
"Now ya got me down right curious." Jack scooted around, lookin’ ta see what Ennis was up to in the kitchen.
"Hold yer horses Rodeo. I'm comin'."
"I’m comin’-- now them are words I like ta hear. Better git in here soon. I need warmin' up better then this fire is a'doin'."
Jack looked up and there Ennis stood with a shit eatin' grin on his face, hangin' onto this thing danglin' from a string.
"What the hell is that?" Jack asked.
"Ya said ya liked watchin' the birds from the window. Made this fer you. Junior showed me how. Ya take an apple, spread peanut butter on it then roll it in bird seed."
"Yer becomin’ a regular walkin' ‘Hints from Heloise’ ain't ya Ennis!"
"Shut up, er I'll make you eat this instead of the birds."
"Other things I'd rather be eatin' right now."
Jack took the gift out of Ennis’ hand.
“It’s right nice Ennis. Thank ya.” Jack lead Ennis up to the woodstove. “Now, come here and git me warm.”
259 words
ifyoucantfixit:
--- Quote from: Scott6373 on February 04, 2007, 09:24:52 am ---“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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Awww Scott,,,poor Jack yet again.... great one janice
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