Looking Forward
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morrobay1990Title: Looking Forward
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Word count: 400
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
a/n: Well, it's Pat Metheny "Spiritual” time again. For the 3 years that I've been writing, I always play this track when certain moods strike...and they are striking now with a vengeance. I have gone completely off reading and writing au!au...I found that I had to get back to what brought me here in the first place. I can't change the story, but I can try to piece together what might have happened during their time together...some will be sad, some not so...the last one was Looking Back, when Jack sent Ennis a postcard to meet up in the Big Horns...so now Looking Forward...I hope you like them...feedback and comments are always welcome.
I said in a comment that I'm doing these because I'm trying to figure it out, trying to get some peace, but that I was afraid...and so I am...
Ennis quickly read the postcard then went back to his truck and put it on the front seat along with the rest of his mail...looked down at it occasionally while he was driving. State of Texas, with some pictures and writing around it...well, he'd look at it later.
He drove pretty fast to get the groceries home and put up before the frozen stuff melted and the milk got warm...doesn't take long when it's 104...so he hauled it all inside, looked at the mail real quick, post card on top...a big church, and a post office...huh.
He turned on the little TV for noise as he put the stuff away, went and put the mail on the little table in his bedroom for later...happened to notice that Childress was marked with a star, near the top of the state.
In the kitchen he turned on the fan and decided to cook outside so it wouldn't heat up the trailer.
Outside he got everything ready and went in, stopped in the bedroom and glanced at the card again, turned it over quickly... Big Horns...then he washed his hands and put the chops on a plate.
He got the grill started and laid the chops on, let them get a good sizzle going, then put some corn and potatoes on, wrapped in tin foil, (Jack had showed him that once) so they cooked a little slower...opened a beer and sat back in an old lawn chair. There was a breeze...a hot breeze, but better than nothing, he guessed.
Not as good as the Big Horns.
Through the open window he heard the sports guy talking about college football – that time of year again - but then the weather guy took over and said that a storm was pushing down out of Canada and should cool things off, while bringing much-needed rain to the area.
He whistled a little, and got up to turn the chops.
Rain and cool air and the Big Horns. And Jack. It was shaping up to be a pretty good night.
Then he went inside, into the bedroom, opened the closet and, from the top shelf, took out the small stack of four blank postcards he kept there...two had pictures and two were plain white. The picture ones had Wyoming in big letters, with the various cowboy-type attractions meant for tourists.
He took one of the plain ones...he thought, thank Christ...he wrote, just as he had all those years ago...
You bet.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Word count: 400
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
a/n: Well, it's Pat Metheny "Spiritual” time again. For the 3 years that I've been writing, I always play this track when certain moods strike...and they are striking now with a vengeance. I have gone completely off reading and writing au!au...I found that I had to get back to what brought me here in the first place. I can't change the story, but I can try to piece together what might have happened during their time together...some will be sad, some not so...the last one was Looking Back, when Jack sent Ennis a postcard to meet up in the Big Horns...so now Looking Forward...I hope you like them...feedback and comments are always welcome.
I said in a comment that I'm doing these because I'm trying to figure it out, trying to get some peace, but that I was afraid...and so I am...
Ennis quickly read the postcard then went back to his truck and put it on the front seat along with the rest of his mail...looked down at it occasionally while he was driving. State of Texas, with some pictures and writing around it...well, he'd look at it later.
He drove pretty fast to get the groceries home and put up before the frozen stuff melted and the milk got warm...doesn't take long when it's 104...so he hauled it all inside, looked at the mail real quick, post card on top...a big church, and a post office...huh.
He turned on the little TV for noise as he put the stuff away, went and put the mail on the little table in his bedroom for later...happened to notice that Childress was marked with a star, near the top of the state.
In the kitchen he turned on the fan and decided to cook outside so it wouldn't heat up the trailer.
Outside he got everything ready and went in, stopped in the bedroom and glanced at the card again, turned it over quickly... Big Horns...then he washed his hands and put the chops on a plate.
He got the grill started and laid the chops on, let them get a good sizzle going, then put some corn and potatoes on, wrapped in tin foil, (Jack had showed him that once) so they cooked a little slower...opened a beer and sat back in an old lawn chair. There was a breeze...a hot breeze, but better than nothing, he guessed.
Not as good as the Big Horns.
Through the open window he heard the sports guy talking about college football – that time of year again - but then the weather guy took over and said that a storm was pushing down out of Canada and should cool things off, while bringing much-needed rain to the area.
He whistled a little, and got up to turn the chops.
Rain and cool air and the Big Horns. And Jack. It was shaping up to be a pretty good night.
Then he went inside, into the bedroom, opened the closet and, from the top shelf, took out the small stack of four blank postcards he kept there...two had pictures and two were plain white. The picture ones had Wyoming in big letters, with the various cowboy-type attractions meant for tourists.
He took one of the plain ones...he thought, thank Christ...he wrote, just as he had all those years ago...
You bet.
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Savoring It
Date: 2011-07-29 01:41 am (UTC)Re: Savoring It
Date: 2011-07-30 01:55 pm (UTC)future
Date: 2011-07-29 01:53 am (UTC)Re: future
Date: 2011-07-30 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-29 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 02:04 pm (UTC)thanks for reading and your comments, as always.
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Date: 2011-07-29 07:58 am (UTC)there is something magical, something rooted deep that takes us back, always..
thank you for following your feelings..
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:08 pm (UTC)thanks so much, and I hope you enjoy the journey.
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Date: 2011-07-29 12:11 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, this *will* be a pretty good night.
Thank you.
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:13 pm (UTC)thank you, your comments always mean a lot to me.
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-29 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 02:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it, thanks for taking the time to leave a comment.
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Date: 2011-07-30 09:19 pm (UTC)Looking forward
Date: 2011-08-02 03:52 pm (UTC)