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LoM Drabbles

Posted on 2008.11.09 at 15:54
Current Mood: coldcold
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Just popping these on my journal so they're easier to archive - they're two entries from recent drabble challenges on lifein1973, so most of you will already have seen them.

You know it's the real thing when:

You start watching Westerns, and Clint Eastwood reminds you of him.

You've taken to eying the filing cabinet speculatively, wondering how few words it would take to find yourself slammed up against it.

You develop an unexpected tolerance for manic driving, especially around right turns.

You realise you've noticed that the green shirt brings out his eyes.

You perceive 'pain in the arse' as a surprisingly amusing endearment, and rather enjoy being referred to as Gladys.

You imagine he's watching as you bring yourself off. Then you open your eyes, and he is.

(This was a drabble tree entry - i.e. each drabble had to start with the final word of the one before it.)

Gene saunters from the Arms, halts abruptly as he spots the figure hunched against the door of his Cortina. Moaning.

“God…ah shit…”

Gene stares, his mind struggling to catch up.

“Tyler? What the bloody hell are you playing at?”

The figure freezes.

“Guv! Er…it’s not what it looks like.”

“Yes it is.”

“OK, it is. It’s just…it’s so…I couldn’t help…”

“Hmm. Can’t say I blame you. Tell you this, though…”

He moves in close, voice soft.

“You get any mess on this motor, you lick it off. Understood?”

A shudder, a strangled cry. The figure stiffens. Gene smiles. Job done.

(This challenge was to pick one of your own icons and use it as inspiration. I picked the one I'm using for this entry. In case that wasn't blindingly obvious! :D)


Mrs Tufty
fawsley at 2008-11-09 16:04 (UTC) (Link)
Oooh! I hadn't seen Real so I'm jolly glad you posted it here again because it's just luvverly. Actually, the two sort of tie-in together...
*goes all warm and fuzzy at the thought*
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