Reverie

[morrobay1990]

Title: Reverie
Author: morrobay1990
Genre:
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack


rev•er•ie
/ˈrevərē/

Noun

A state of being (pleasantly) lost in one's thoughts; a daydream


















How many sentences...how many thoughts begin with “do you remember?”

More and more. When he’s alone the memories just come and he can see them, no words needed...though he has been known to talk out loud to himself these days...even say Jack’s name...almost like he was right here...those are good days...good days...and he don’t shake his head and try to ignore it like he used to...says Jacks name out loud all the time...ain’t so weird...

There aren’t too many shared memories, it’s true...those few are...well, almost good as bein there...

Remember when you told me that stupid joke...what was that joke, anyway? Something about cows and women...stupid, but struck me funnier than shit...and I couldn’t stop laughing...and then that whole resta the trip you’d say “Hey Ennis, you workin cows these days?”, or “Wonder if there’s any cows over that hill.”...and I’d bust up all over again...

I remember

Remember the time I got to the trailhead late...later than usual, even...and we was tryin to get everything packed in one truck to go up, and we had to hurry cause we was both so fuckin horny, just the sight a you gave me a hard on and I’m figurin you were the same but I couldn’t touch you or nothin...just lookin at each other while we packed up that truck...finally got it all done and started up and your goddam fucking newer-than-shit truck got a flat...still and all, we woulda stayed right in the cab and jerked each other off except some good fuckin Samaritan came along and asked us did we need any help...time we got to camp...mighta been the best we ever did...well, gotta be in the top three, anyways…

I remember

Remember when we started drinkin early one day...third day in, time we went to the Sierra Madres, think it was...rained that day so we stayed in the tent...good thing you brought a big one, plenty a room...but you were...pretty sad or somethin that day...drinkin prob’ly didn’t help...anyway you started talkin about when you was a kid, and wantin to get outta Lightning Flat, do somethin special...got real sad about it, even when I tried to make a joke but you didn’t laugh so I knew the sad was real, just shut up then, let you talk...finally took the bottle away from you when you started...took the bottle and put my arm around you, and you like to strangle me holdin me so tight...but figured you needed that right then, so I didn’t mind. I might remember that one more’n you do.

There’s more

Comments

[sid401k.livejournal.com]

So sad. Such Great memories. But that's all Ennis has left. And there should have been a lot more memories.