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Oct. 18th, 2007 08:52 amI don't seem to be able to write anything but drabbles in Pros yet, but I'm trying!
The titles are lyrics from three well-known Clash songs: London Calling, Guns of Brixton, and Rock the Casbah.
London Calling
When the phone rang, he knew.
He tried to will it to stillness. Picked up, unable to bear either sound or silence.
"Bodie."
"Guilty. All counts." Cowley's voice was blank, stripped.
He'd known, he'd expected it, but still Bodie felt reality slide.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. He forced himself to breathe, and wondered why.
"Damn."
"Aye, damn. Of all my men—better all round if he'd died when he took those bullets."
"Same result in the end, sir."
"How's that?"
"Told him once: corruption's where the worms are. This way just takes a bit longer."
*****
Shot Down on the Pavement
The bastards shoved her out the door and left her to die on the stoop.
I could have told her: people like us are pawns, and when the hard men don't need you any more, you're expendable. I could have spit on her and walked away, let her bleed out like a dog.
Ray wouldn't like that. Even if he never lives to find out.
Her hand's cold. I can feel the nicks and calluses left by her tools. Pulse even weaker than his was.
I can't hold Doyle's hand. I'll hold hers. He'll understand.
******
That Crazy Casbah Sound
It was the sixth bomb that finally broke Doyle's nerve. They'd spent the morning scrambling around London, always behind, always arriving too late for all but the body count. Now he leaned against the Capri, grey, trembling, thousand yard stare fixed on the blood running along the gutter. Bodie, who'd seen worse, though not often, stepped in front of him, grabbing his hair, forcing his head down into the curve of Bodie's neck.
"I can hear it dripping," Doyle mumbled.
Bodie turned, pushing Doyle's head closer until one ear rested directly against his carotid.
"Hear this."
The titles are lyrics from three well-known Clash songs: London Calling, Guns of Brixton, and Rock the Casbah.
London Calling
When the phone rang, he knew.
He tried to will it to stillness. Picked up, unable to bear either sound or silence.
"Bodie."
"Guilty. All counts." Cowley's voice was blank, stripped.
He'd known, he'd expected it, but still Bodie felt reality slide.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. He forced himself to breathe, and wondered why.
"Damn."
"Aye, damn. Of all my men—better all round if he'd died when he took those bullets."
"Same result in the end, sir."
"How's that?"
"Told him once: corruption's where the worms are. This way just takes a bit longer."
*****
Shot Down on the Pavement
The bastards shoved her out the door and left her to die on the stoop.
I could have told her: people like us are pawns, and when the hard men don't need you any more, you're expendable. I could have spit on her and walked away, let her bleed out like a dog.
Ray wouldn't like that. Even if he never lives to find out.
Her hand's cold. I can feel the nicks and calluses left by her tools. Pulse even weaker than his was.
I can't hold Doyle's hand. I'll hold hers. He'll understand.
******
That Crazy Casbah Sound
It was the sixth bomb that finally broke Doyle's nerve. They'd spent the morning scrambling around London, always behind, always arriving too late for all but the body count. Now he leaned against the Capri, grey, trembling, thousand yard stare fixed on the blood running along the gutter. Bodie, who'd seen worse, though not often, stepped in front of him, grabbing his hair, forcing his head down into the curve of Bodie's neck.
"I can hear it dripping," Doyle mumbled.
Bodie turned, pushing Doyle's head closer until one ear rested directly against his carotid.
"Hear this."
apologies to archivist
Date: 2007-10-18 01:01 pm (UTC)Title: London Calling, Shot Down on the Pavement, That Crazy Casbah Sound
Author: Verlaine
Slash or Gen: gen
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: yes, please
Author's Name for Archiving (if different to above):
Disclaimer: mine? hah!
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Date: 2007-10-18 01:46 pm (UTC)Very nice, all of them - thank you (though of course, being me, I'm not reading them as "gen", I'm afraid...!) *vbg*
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Date: 2007-10-18 03:44 pm (UTC)They're all fantastic, but I love the last one best.
I'll shut up and crawl away now *g*
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Date: 2007-10-19 01:25 am (UTC)And Yeats, too! Awesome!
I like the first very much, but on consideration the last is probably my favorite. I just love the mix of affection, care and pure practicality.
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:26 am (UTC)I love that you rocked the boat in London Calling and would love to read a story that expanded on this. I would hint, but if drabbles are your thing right now, would you be against someone else picking it up?
Shot down on the pavement, was very moving and I loved the insight into Bodie's insight on how Doyle's mind works. Very vivid.
'Casbah' Very for want of a better word - real. I love that you pull out all the stops and go for the throat in your writing. I love this one most. Bodie at his most pratical and emotional, he won't let anything get to Ray for too long. You've put, gen? Me, I'm afraid I couldn't see anything but slash, but that might be my slashers mind. ;P
Thank you, honey, lovely!
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Date: 2007-10-19 10:26 pm (UTC)If anybody feels inspired to pick up the idea in London Calling, feel free. I don't write a lot of unhappy endings - I can manage a harsh drabble because I don't have to supply all the angsty details, but I'm not surre I can carry it through to a longer story.
And, yes, I've got the slashers mind too, but 100 words is too short for all the good stuff *BG*
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Date: 2007-10-20 10:55 am (UTC)'Shot Down on the Pavement' - I just love the last paragraph.
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