Staying In Signal, 9
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morrobay1990Title: Staying In Signal, 9
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morrobay1990
Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 520
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...
“Ennis!”
Jack was struggling with a huge load of trash, trying to get a wheelbarrow full of junk out of their house so it was a little bit more livable than it was that morning.
“Goddamn it, I gotta do everything myself...where is that lazy...I won the place and he's just here for a free ride.”
Jack was muttering to himself...sweat was pouring off him...he was hot, tired and hungry, and obviously alone to do all the work. And what wouldn't he give for a drink of cool water!
Ennis was supposed to be here with the second wheelbarrow, helping him get all the shit out of here.
They had been at the cabin for four days...long enough to know that they couldn't live here, live inside, without at least a weeks work.
“Ennis! Can I get a hand over here?”
Jack heard the sound of hands clapping, dropped the wheelbarrow and spun around, ready to kill.
What he saw made him stop in his tracks:
Ennis was clapping his hands, silly grin on his face, but at his feet stood the well bucket full to the brim...something they hadn't seen before.
“What the hell happened? Where'd it come from?”
“Jack, I swear to God, I just put the rope down, just like always, to see how far down it went...next thing I know, when I pulled it up, the rope came with a bucket full a the clearest water you ever saw.”
Jack slowly walked over and stood looking down at the bucket as if it might reach up and grab him...the well had been dry as a bone since they got there...no way to get water through the tap in the sink, or at the well itself...buckets sent down had always come up dry.
Then he plunged his hands in the cold water, picked up the bucket and poured it over his head.
As if in slow motion, he felt the water droplets fall on his hair, his skin...they fell and splashed open, releasing their chill, a shock of cold that hit him like the time that summer when he was in Cheyenne with his cousins...there was a huge metal cooler, almost tall as they were, filled to the brim with icy water, and bottles of soda pop floating...even though the temperature outside was over a hundred Wyoming degrees, the water in the tub was so cold, make you shiver...but you had to do it...it was so hot, you had to put your hands in, your arms up to your elbows, trying to keep your arms in the water the longest...but finally you had to take them out, it was just too damn cold...and once out, it was too damn hot...
Jack looked at Ennis and said, “So where'd it come from?”
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: au
Warning:
Word count: 520
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...
“Ennis!”
Jack was struggling with a huge load of trash, trying to get a wheelbarrow full of junk out of their house so it was a little bit more livable than it was that morning.
“Goddamn it, I gotta do everything myself...where is that lazy...I won the place and he's just here for a free ride.”
Jack was muttering to himself...sweat was pouring off him...he was hot, tired and hungry, and obviously alone to do all the work. And what wouldn't he give for a drink of cool water!
Ennis was supposed to be here with the second wheelbarrow, helping him get all the shit out of here.
They had been at the cabin for four days...long enough to know that they couldn't live here, live inside, without at least a weeks work.
“Ennis! Can I get a hand over here?”
Jack heard the sound of hands clapping, dropped the wheelbarrow and spun around, ready to kill.
What he saw made him stop in his tracks:
Ennis was clapping his hands, silly grin on his face, but at his feet stood the well bucket full to the brim...something they hadn't seen before.
“What the hell happened? Where'd it come from?”
“Jack, I swear to God, I just put the rope down, just like always, to see how far down it went...next thing I know, when I pulled it up, the rope came with a bucket full a the clearest water you ever saw.”
Jack slowly walked over and stood looking down at the bucket as if it might reach up and grab him...the well had been dry as a bone since they got there...no way to get water through the tap in the sink, or at the well itself...buckets sent down had always come up dry.
Then he plunged his hands in the cold water, picked up the bucket and poured it over his head.
As if in slow motion, he felt the water droplets fall on his hair, his skin...they fell and splashed open, releasing their chill, a shock of cold that hit him like the time that summer when he was in Cheyenne with his cousins...there was a huge metal cooler, almost tall as they were, filled to the brim with icy water, and bottles of soda pop floating...even though the temperature outside was over a hundred Wyoming degrees, the water in the tub was so cold, make you shiver...but you had to do it...it was so hot, you had to put your hands in, your arms up to your elbows, trying to keep your arms in the water the longest...but finally you had to take them out, it was just too damn cold...and once out, it was too damn hot...
Jack looked at Ennis and said, “So where'd it come from?”
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Date: 2011-05-20 06:18 am (UTC)