One more drabble!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

I'm rather more proud of this one than the last. :-)

But it's unbeta'd, so proceed with caution.



Prompt: Soap

Armistice


Bodie uses too much soap when washing up. He overfills the sink, soaks the counters and floods the floor. He tackles this domestic task with customary mad abandon, over the top and into the enemy trenches. Broken dishes are casualties of war.

An unexpected lull in the combat catches Doyle’s attention. Bodie has captured a soap bubble and is holding it up to the light.

Doyle steps forward.

The bubble pops and Bodie turns, defensively.

This thing between them is fragile, stretched almost too thin to see. “I thought you’d dropped the soap,” says Doyle.

“I still might,” replies Bodie.

~end~

Comments

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

How do you see it? I was thinking new, but I could imagine it as a rough patch, too. I'm glad you liked the parallel - I was just about to wash the dishes when this one occurred to me. Now it's an hour later and the dishes still haven't been done. ;-)