Staying In Signal, 7
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morrobay1990Title: Staying In Signal, 7
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morrobay1990
Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 230
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,
The lock was stiff and rusty, it made him put some muscle into it, but it fit, and it opened.
~~~~~
Then Ennis jumped back in the truck and for the first time in his life, looked forward to what was in front of him.
~~~~~
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.
“So,” Jack said, looking across the room at Ennis, who had settled back, leaning against a window, “what do you think of home?”
They had walked around the place a couple times, each looking at different things, separate and quiet at first, then coming together, pointing and commenting on the pluses and minuses of it...no electricity, but a good well house...no barn, but good level ground near the house to build on.
Inside was pretty bad...wild animals had made it a nice cozy home, ruining walls, floors, fireplace in the process. The windows were black with filth, spider webs made it look like a haunted house, there was trash and pieces of broken furniture strewn all around. But that was just manual labor, had plenty of that between them.
Jack tried to run water in the sink but got nothing but a horrible screeching noise...the well would have to be looked at first.
He was making a list in his head of the things they would need right away: lanterns and oil, cook stove and fuel, big push brooms and shovels, and a wheelbarrow to get the mess out so they could live in it. Comfort would come much later.
Although he was feeling pretty comfortable right now.
And Ennis, given to cynicism, always tending to look at the bleak side of things, said quietly, “It's perfect.”
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 230
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,
The lock was stiff and rusty, it made him put some muscle into it, but it fit, and it opened.
~~~~~
Then Ennis jumped back in the truck and for the first time in his life, looked forward to what was in front of him.
~~~~~
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.
Staying In Signal, 7
“So,” Jack said, looking across the room at Ennis, who had settled back, leaning against a window, “what do you think of home?”
They had walked around the place a couple times, each looking at different things, separate and quiet at first, then coming together, pointing and commenting on the pluses and minuses of it...no electricity, but a good well house...no barn, but good level ground near the house to build on.
Inside was pretty bad...wild animals had made it a nice cozy home, ruining walls, floors, fireplace in the process. The windows were black with filth, spider webs made it look like a haunted house, there was trash and pieces of broken furniture strewn all around. But that was just manual labor, had plenty of that between them.
Jack tried to run water in the sink but got nothing but a horrible screeching noise...the well would have to be looked at first.
He was making a list in his head of the things they would need right away: lanterns and oil, cook stove and fuel, big push brooms and shovels, and a wheelbarrow to get the mess out so they could live in it. Comfort would come much later.
Although he was feeling pretty comfortable right now.
And Ennis, given to cynicism, always tending to look at the bleak side of things, said quietly, “It's perfect.”
