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discoveredinalj2007-09-21 04:40 pm
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Drabble Challenge
I had two prompts: Bridle and Sanity. Two seperate drabbles follow.
First drabble
Title: Bridle Sweet
“Fucking horses. Why’d you decide to bring us here?” Bodie grumbled.
Merrily trotting on ahead, knowing Bodie’s hatred of horses, Doyle grinned. “Because,” he said, “it was my turn to choose.”
“How do I stop the stupid thing? Wish I was in my Capri. Love my Capri. It goes fast when I want it to, stops exactly when I-“
“Jiggle the bridle,” Doyle interrupted.
As Bodie shot forward clinging onto the horse’s mane for dear life and muttering what Doyle presumed to be foreign curse words, he knew whatever ‘punishment’ Bodie was going to impose, it’d been worth every second.
Fin.
***
Second drabble
Title: Sanity
Sanity, Bodie thought, was decidedly overrated. Particularly on a day like this.
They’d taken themselves off to the zoo for the day – out of Cowley’s reach – and, having shared plenty of food and drink, were now wandering around the monkey enclosure.
Doyle, it appeared, had partaken of just a little too much booze and had started to prance around imitating each primate he saw. The monkeys were not particularly impressed and ignored him.
Bodie couldn’t.
He sat on a low wall and watched Doyle’s antics, grinning at an unusually athletic manoeuvre.
And fell deeper in love.
Sanity? Who needed it!
First drabble
Title: Bridle Sweet
“Fucking horses. Why’d you decide to bring us here?” Bodie grumbled.
Merrily trotting on ahead, knowing Bodie’s hatred of horses, Doyle grinned. “Because,” he said, “it was my turn to choose.”
“How do I stop the stupid thing? Wish I was in my Capri. Love my Capri. It goes fast when I want it to, stops exactly when I-“
“Jiggle the bridle,” Doyle interrupted.
As Bodie shot forward clinging onto the horse’s mane for dear life and muttering what Doyle presumed to be foreign curse words, he knew whatever ‘punishment’ Bodie was going to impose, it’d been worth every second.
Fin.
***
Second drabble
Title: Sanity
Sanity, Bodie thought, was decidedly overrated. Particularly on a day like this.
They’d taken themselves off to the zoo for the day – out of Cowley’s reach – and, having shared plenty of food and drink, were now wandering around the monkey enclosure.
Doyle, it appeared, had partaken of just a little too much booze and had started to prance around imitating each primate he saw. The monkeys were not particularly impressed and ignored him.
Bodie couldn’t.
He sat on a low wall and watched Doyle’s antics, grinning at an unusually athletic manoeuvre.
And fell deeper in love.
Sanity? Who needed it!