Dec. 4th, 2016

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Today's offering is twin stories - one post at a time - which were really written as presents for [livejournal.com profile] firefly1311 and [livejournal.com profile] dragonfly1311, who I finally met last month after many years of being lj-friends. I hope they don't mind if I use their stories to fill an empty day on the Discovered in a Christmas Card calendar. It was lovely to meet you and see your world - thank you!

The Dragonflies
by Slantedlight

For [livejournal.com profile] dragonfly1311, a lovely host!

Dragonflies hovered, lazy as honey, over the plants by the side of the river. Doyle watched them zig and zag, staccato bursts of movement from one interesting grass to the next fascinating pad of greenery. Like him and Bodie, he thought, whimsical in the warmth, humming their way through life, never staying in one place long enough to settle, to…

Except… except that one night, last week, that he couldn’t get out of his head.

It had been warm then, too... )
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And the second post for today, especially for [livejournal.com profile] firefly1311 and [livejournal.com profile] dragonfly1311, but for everyone else too... *g*

Fireflies
by Slantedlight

For [livejournal.com profile] firefly1311, for being a lovely host!

Bodie watched the stars dance like fireflies in the sky, heard Doyle giggle softly beside him on the grass, tried to feel guilty about confiscating Tom Delaney’s stash of home-made brownies, and couldn’t. The fireflies were doing the most beautiful dance above them, and Doyle’s shoulder was warm against his. He couldn’t even be sorry that he hadn’t told Doyle what they were. Well, he had really. As good as. They were from the health food shop, because that’s where he’d caught Tom with them. Well, same street. Not that far away, in the scheme of things. Not like London and Brighton, where they were now, lazing in the garden of his mate Bill’s place, cos he was away in Africa… no, Austria… no… well, somewhere with an A in it. Aldershot, maybe, nursing another bullet wound.

Doyle giggled softly against him again... )

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