It's raining drabbles!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

I thought I was done, but then this little bunny hopped into the room and demanded I do something about it.

So, here you go - one more drabble, pinned to the presentation board.



Elaborate

By preference, Bodie carries a Browning. He could sign out any other gun, but this is the one he wants. He explains to Doyle that the Browning has history. When Belgium was overrun in 1940, the Germans began manufacturing the gun for their own army. Belgian workmen sabotaged production lines and smuggled the plans to Canada…

Doyle pretends to fall asleep.

Bodie finishes his story anyway, because he knows Doyle is still listening. And because when Doyle’s eyes are closed, Bodie can look as much as he likes.

“You’re a romantic,” says Doyle, later.

“You have no idea,” replies Bodie.

~end~

Comments

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful! It's got a sort of haiku-ish feeling about it, the way you use the rhythm. Bodie verbose when he needs to be, succinct when he needs to be. Doyle doesn't know yet, in this instance, that Bodie has romantic feelings about him? Hope he finds out soon!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I think getting the rhythm right is one of the trickiest things about writing drabbles. They really are like little poems. Sometimes I feel like I've got it, other times it doesn't seem like anything works.

And yeah, I'm hoping Doyle figures things out, too! Because in this universe I'm not convince Bodie will ever tell him.