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MaineWriter:
--- Quote from: injest on February 05, 2007, 08:25:41 am ---Dang Janice....ya got me...didn't see that end coming...
(Love this thread...easy to read, clever, SHORT stories....GREAT IDEA for a thread, Leslie)
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Thank you, Jess. I am really glad this thread has taken off and is being so well received, by writers (old and new) and readers alike.
Now, back to thinking on today's prompts...hmmm.....
Leslie
el_wing:
Eight Minutes
The glove compartment fell open. There was his card. One thumb fumbled as he turned it over, the other thumb trembled as he wiped a tear.
He didn’t think. Just got out of the truck and went to the phone booth. Shut the door and stood, jaw tightenin'. Dialed the numbers. Waited--not knowin’ for what or for why. He looked out the dirty windows at nothin’ in particular as the phone line hummed a lonely song.
Jack’s wife answered.
Eight minutes later, Ennis sat inside his truck.
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.
125 words
ifyoucantfixit:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 05, 2007, 07:58:40 am ---Good morning!
Thanks to Chrissi (Penthesilea) for today's prompts!
* eight
* roof
* glove compartment
Leslie
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Well its eight o cloct in the evening, and Ennis has to be up early in
the morning. The road back from Brokeback is wet and he is having trouble
seeing the road. He has to squint through the tears and the wipers.
The rain on the street and inside the truck match the
rain on the roof... His face is pierced with the pain he feels. His mind
returns to the glove box of the truck. The only remnants of Jack that
he still has.. Those worn and tearstained cards..He was gonna put them
to rest up on the mountain, that was his intent. However when time
to do it came. 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,"
jpwagoneer1964:
Saturday morning, March 5th 1966 The cold wind seemed to blow right through him as Ennis attempted to balance himself on the the roof of of his rented old farmhouse. Hands nearly frozen in an effort to secure the TV antenna that had once again blown down the night before. He knew his two girls, Junior and Jenny looked forward all week to Saturday cartoons. Ice cold tools, numb fingers, awkward antenna apparatus made slow progress. Finally the last bolt tightened Ennis stood back looking at his efforts. Still wobbling the the fierce wind the antenna looked like it would hold...at least through another night.
Satisfied for now Ennis gathered up his tools and headed for the ladder propped up against the house. Just before he reached it he looked to the north, thought he could see the far distant silhouette of the Big Horns. His thoughts turned to the that summer now nearly two years ago he had spent on Brokeback. Growing up he never thought he would know such happiness, beautiful splendor of the surrounding peaks, trees that rose to the heavens, warm campfires at night ...and Jack. 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.
MaineWriter:
“Well, I guess we’ll pack up in the mornin’, I’ll head ta Lightning Flat,” said Jack, poking at the embers of the campfire with a stick. “My daddy says a bunch a shingles blew off the roof in that last big storm we had. I’ll be spendin’ a few days helpin’ him fix that.”
“Wish I could go with ya,” said Ennis, softly. “We’d get the job done in no time.”
Jack looked at him, a myriad of answers running through his mind.
”Yeah, I’d love ta have ya help me…and have ya meet my folks. Mebbe then we could make this relationship real.”
“When ya say things like that, ya twist the knife, Ennis. You don’t know how much it hurts.”
“Bet yer better with a hammer n nails than I am, Ennis. You could do the whole job by yerself in half the time it’ll take me.”
“What’s stopping you? Get in the truck, let’s go.”
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.”
(185 words)
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