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dragonjournal) wrote2010-12-28 11:33 am
dragonjournal) wrote2010-12-28 11:33 am
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December Orig Fic Bingo #5
Title: The Beach
Prompt: Vacation
Rating: PG
Summary/Warnings: None.
Warm sand between the toes. A hot sun overhead. A breeze off the water to take away the worst of the heat.
It didn’t get any better than that.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face. A cool drink was put into his hand and he simply sipped it. Just a little tart, and cold, just the way he liked it.
Leaning back in his chair, he simply enjoyed the warmth of the day, and the fact that he had to do nothing but sit and relax and let the world go by.
Music played in his ears, the soft strains of a harp and violin taking him yet further away from the job that stressed him out and cost him countless days of nothing but papers and frustration.
A sigh of contentment escaped him and he just sipped his lemonade again. A wonderful way to spend a vacation, or so he thought.
“Hey Jack!”
The call broke the spell, and Jack sat up with a curse. Below, the traffic roared and beeped at each other. Above, pigeons cooed and called to each other, fighting over the scraps that someone had left up on the roof for them. The breeze didn’t smell like salt, but like humans, cars, and smog. The sun was murderous, reflected off the dark roof beneath him.
Jack pulled off his headphones, and turned to look toward the stairwell. “I’m on vacation, Marty.” He snapped.
“I brought beer.” Marty held up the six pack.
“Then come and join me on the beach.” He waved to the small corner of the roof he’d decided was his vacation destination.
Prompt: Vacation
Rating: PG
Summary/Warnings: None.
Warm sand between the toes. A hot sun overhead. A breeze off the water to take away the worst of the heat.
It didn’t get any better than that.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face. A cool drink was put into his hand and he simply sipped it. Just a little tart, and cold, just the way he liked it.
Leaning back in his chair, he simply enjoyed the warmth of the day, and the fact that he had to do nothing but sit and relax and let the world go by.
Music played in his ears, the soft strains of a harp and violin taking him yet further away from the job that stressed him out and cost him countless days of nothing but papers and frustration.
A sigh of contentment escaped him and he just sipped his lemonade again. A wonderful way to spend a vacation, or so he thought.
“Hey Jack!”
The call broke the spell, and Jack sat up with a curse. Below, the traffic roared and beeped at each other. Above, pigeons cooed and called to each other, fighting over the scraps that someone had left up on the roof for them. The breeze didn’t smell like salt, but like humans, cars, and smog. The sun was murderous, reflected off the dark roof beneath him.
Jack pulled off his headphones, and turned to look toward the stairwell. “I’m on vacation, Marty.” He snapped.
“I brought beer.” Marty held up the six pack.
“Then come and join me on the beach.” He waved to the small corner of the roof he’d decided was his vacation destination.