October 17
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morrobay1990Title: October 17
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
His back hurt like hell this morning, took him a couple minutes before he could even sit up on the side of the bed, wincing and swearing every second.
He considered not going to work, didn’t seem to be much point since he couldn’t move without enormous pain, and sure wouldn’t be any help to anybody like that.
But then he started thinking if he stayed here and couldn’t sleep, he’d just be alone and thinking about things he didn’t want to think about.
God knew he couldn’t watch TV; did that once when he stayed home with the flu when he was still married and thought he’d put his fist through the damn TV, listening to a bunch of crazy women crying, or worse, he thought he remembered something about a woman who’d turned into a man...no, thanks.
Shuffling to the bathroom, eyes on the floor because he couldn’t straighten up all the way, he figured working through a little pain had to be better than that shit.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
His back hurt like hell this morning, took him a couple minutes before he could even sit up on the side of the bed, wincing and swearing every second.
He considered not going to work, didn’t seem to be much point since he couldn’t move without enormous pain, and sure wouldn’t be any help to anybody like that.
But then he started thinking if he stayed here and couldn’t sleep, he’d just be alone and thinking about things he didn’t want to think about.
God knew he couldn’t watch TV; did that once when he stayed home with the flu when he was still married and thought he’d put his fist through the damn TV, listening to a bunch of crazy women crying, or worse, he thought he remembered something about a woman who’d turned into a man...no, thanks.
Shuffling to the bathroom, eyes on the floor because he couldn’t straighten up all the way, he figured working through a little pain had to be better than that shit.
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Date: 2012-10-17 01:22 pm (UTC)choices
Date: 2012-10-17 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-18 01:15 am (UTC)The Oct drabbles are fascinating; some very sad, some quite funny like this one.
Thanks for sharing all your creativity.
Susan
PS - "April, Come She Will" always gets me weeping.
October
Date: 2012-10-18 03:16 am (UTC)Well, also letting you know I've been reading these and enjoying these daily vignettes into Ennis' life after Jack. He pushes forward, looking for ways to avoid the loneliness, unable and unwilling to find any other to fill the void. Pain can numb, but for Ennis never enough to numb the memories. Like your choices of music, too.
Thanks again.
Bud
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Date: 2012-10-18 04:49 am (UTC)Paula
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Date: 2012-10-25 01:14 am (UTC)Thanks for your vignettes! They are quite real.