Staying In Signal, 6
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morrobay1990Title: Staying In Signal, 6
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morrobay1990
Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
...Jack seemed fair enough with his curly hair and quick laugh, but for a small man he carried some weight in the haunch and his smile disclosed buckteeth...
Ennis, high-arched nose and narrow face, was scruffy and a little cave-chested...
Previously on Staying In Signal,
It was as if for the first time in his life he could just be himself, just Ennis...and Jack liked it just fine...
~~~~~~
Dear Alma,
Well this is hard to say so I'll just say it I am not going to be able to marry you.
~~~~~
“You ready to go?”
Ennis looked over at the man who made him feel whole.
“You bet.”
“That look like it?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know what it looks like?”
Jack stopped the truck, leaned out the window and looked past the gate to the dirt road that wound up a slight hill and curved to the left, he couldn't see much beyond that.
“Well, guess there's one way to find out.”
He looked over at Ennis, and saw apprehension in his face...it exactly matched the nervous feeling he had in his stomach.
They both got out of the truck at the same time, the two doors slamming sounded like only one, and they walked up to the gate, Jack fit the key into the lock that bound the heavy chain around the post, and turned.
The lock was stiff and rusty, it made him put some muscle into it, but it fit, and it opened.
“Goddamn!” He looked over at Ennis, who had as big a grin on his face as Jack had ever seen.
“Goddamn! This is it! This is our place! I can't fuckin believe it!”
Ennis swung the gate back and Jack got in the truck and gunned the motor, then drove the ten feet from public land to private, yelling like a kid at Christmas.
Then Ennis jumped back in the truck and for the first time in his life, looked forward to what was in front of him.
Jack steered the truck to the left around the bend and followed the road, surrounded by woods on either side, quarter mile...half mile...he looked over at Ennis and shrugged, then Ennis grabbed his arm and Jack slammed his foot on the brake so hard the truck fishtailed on the sandy soil, then stopped short.
Among the overgrown weeds sat a small, primitive log cabin, with an awkwardly added wooden room attached. The roof was wood and covered with moss, the few windows placed high up, and covered on the inside with white fabric.
The ceilings were sure to be low, the light sure to be dim, but they both looked at it as if it were a palace...which, in a way, it was.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's
♥ Jack
...Jack seemed fair enough with his curly hair and quick laugh, but for a small man he carried some weight in the haunch and his smile disclosed buckteeth...
Ennis, high-arched nose and narrow face, was scruffy and a little cave-chested...
Previously on Staying In Signal,
It was as if for the first time in his life he could just be himself, just Ennis...and Jack liked it just fine...
~~~~~~
Dear Alma,
Well this is hard to say so I'll just say it I am not going to be able to marry you.
~~~~~
“You ready to go?”
Ennis looked over at the man who made him feel whole.
“You bet.”
Staying In Signal, 6
“That look like it?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know what it looks like?”
Jack stopped the truck, leaned out the window and looked past the gate to the dirt road that wound up a slight hill and curved to the left, he couldn't see much beyond that.
“Well, guess there's one way to find out.”
He looked over at Ennis, and saw apprehension in his face...it exactly matched the nervous feeling he had in his stomach.
They both got out of the truck at the same time, the two doors slamming sounded like only one, and they walked up to the gate, Jack fit the key into the lock that bound the heavy chain around the post, and turned.
The lock was stiff and rusty, it made him put some muscle into it, but it fit, and it opened.
“Goddamn!” He looked over at Ennis, who had as big a grin on his face as Jack had ever seen.
“Goddamn! This is it! This is our place! I can't fuckin believe it!”
Ennis swung the gate back and Jack got in the truck and gunned the motor, then drove the ten feet from public land to private, yelling like a kid at Christmas.
Then Ennis jumped back in the truck and for the first time in his life, looked forward to what was in front of him.
Jack steered the truck to the left around the bend and followed the road, surrounded by woods on either side, quarter mile...half mile...he looked over at Ennis and shrugged, then Ennis grabbed his arm and Jack slammed his foot on the brake so hard the truck fishtailed on the sandy soil, then stopped short.
Among the overgrown weeds sat a small, primitive log cabin, with an awkwardly added wooden room attached. The roof was wood and covered with moss, the few windows placed high up, and covered on the inside with white fabric.
The ceilings were sure to be low, the light sure to be dim, but they both looked at it as if it were a palace...which, in a way, it was.
