A Day in the Life / October 28
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / October 28
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Around that time Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly-headed and smiling and bucktoothed……And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
How many times?
By early Sunday morning, temperatures had dropped to the low thirties. There was work to be done on the trailer so it would be livable through the winter, he would start and finish it today. He’d been tracking the weather but it had been all over the place in the last few weeks, from lows in the twenties to a high of seventy two just two days ago...something was sure going on with the climate around here.
Shivering, a frown on his face, he dressed quickly, turned on the coffee and the radio, needing caffeine and a weather report...went outside to the shed and got what he needed: filter for the gas wall heater, weather stripping for the doors and windows – last winter the wind gusted in around the cheap windows so violently, that he was sure the velocity could be measured in MPH – old rags to wrap around the pipes so they didn’t burst, the big flashlight and some of his old camping stuff...kerosene lantern and the sterno stove...he’d have to get refills for both, it wasn’t at all unusual to lose power once a month or more…he was always ready.
How many dreams of that time on Brokeback?
The farm report dragged on, a litany of crop and livestock prices, then finally the forecast...high today of sixty-six, no precipitation, tomorrow low and high of forty three and seventy three...too damn hot for October, what the hell was going on?
How many dreams of him?
By eight o’clock he had replaced the heater filter and put double insulation around the windows, and he stopped for a second cup of coffee, which he drank sitting outside in his lawn chair…the day was warming already, clouds slowly pushing east on a light but steady wind, sun taking over...dreams taking over...warmer still.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 300
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Around that time Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly-headed and smiling and bucktoothed……And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
How many times?
By early Sunday morning, temperatures had dropped to the low thirties. There was work to be done on the trailer so it would be livable through the winter, he would start and finish it today. He’d been tracking the weather but it had been all over the place in the last few weeks, from lows in the twenties to a high of seventy two just two days ago...something was sure going on with the climate around here.
Shivering, a frown on his face, he dressed quickly, turned on the coffee and the radio, needing caffeine and a weather report...went outside to the shed and got what he needed: filter for the gas wall heater, weather stripping for the doors and windows – last winter the wind gusted in around the cheap windows so violently, that he was sure the velocity could be measured in MPH – old rags to wrap around the pipes so they didn’t burst, the big flashlight and some of his old camping stuff...kerosene lantern and the sterno stove...he’d have to get refills for both, it wasn’t at all unusual to lose power once a month or more…he was always ready.
How many dreams of that time on Brokeback?
The farm report dragged on, a litany of crop and livestock prices, then finally the forecast...high today of sixty-six, no precipitation, tomorrow low and high of forty three and seventy three...too damn hot for October, what the hell was going on?
How many dreams of him?
By eight o’clock he had replaced the heater filter and put double insulation around the windows, and he stopped for a second cup of coffee, which he drank sitting outside in his lawn chair…the day was warming already, clouds slowly pushing east on a light but steady wind, sun taking over...dreams taking over...warmer still.
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Date: 2012-10-28 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-28 06:37 pm (UTC)I have to give him the dreams, and the waking dreams, to get by on...as long as he has them, he's ok...he never asks for much...
thank you
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Date: 2012-10-28 09:48 pm (UTC)He never asks for much. You know, that may be the
saddest thing of all.
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Date: 2012-10-28 10:17 pm (UTC)It is sad...and I want these days that I'm giving him, these unknown days that I feel compelled to write about, to hold at least the little he had to comfort and sustain him...and if it takes liquor to bring him comfort and to bring Jack back to him, so be it...
thanks very much for reading and leaving your thoughts.
Getting things ready
Date: 2012-10-29 02:01 am (UTC)Joe
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Date: 2012-10-29 03:33 am (UTC)november
Date: 2012-10-29 12:56 pm (UTC)kj