It may not surprise you to hear that for the second year in a row I have failed to finish my Story Project in time to post for my Dialj day... I kept being hopeful, but as soon as I was back to work I knew it was probably not a goer... :(
But I have, of course, cobbled together some other things to post today! The first one is something a few people will have read, but I haven't posted it online yet. You'll need to wisk yourself back in time nearly two weeks (well, plus the forty-odd years to our lads' time in CI5)...
A Little Warmth at Christmas
by SlantedlightTwo o’clock, Bodie thought as chimes rang out in the downstairs flat,
and all is well. Or at least as well as it could be with not a sign of Allan and his gang, the central heating off, and more draughts in this place than he’d had girls in his bed. Or blokes, he thought, because it seemed like he was always thinking about that again these days, and the reason was lying not two foot away, fast asleep.
They’d swapped shifts barely an hour ago, Bodie’s eyes gritted with not enough sleep for the last week, and Doyle seemed to have flaked out as soon as his head hit the floor. Ray’s eyes had been black with exhaustion, that cheek standing out sharply, and Bodie’d wondered if he looked as bad himself. He was still now, anyway, and Bodie hoped he was warm enough, because he’d stripped off his jacket to sleep, and just laid it over the grey wool blankets. They should have brought the sleeping bags, but there’d been no time, not after a twelve-hour shift leaping around after Billy Smith, and no one else free to set the place up for them. Christmas was turning out to be a busy time for CI5 this year.
( He tugged his own blanket... )o0o( Trailer information )