Friday at the sandbox - Part 8 "Rain stops play"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The guys discussed an 'adult' date during the 'McDate'...
Rain. I don’t believe it. Well actually I can because the weather is all shot to shit right now. Doesn’t know what season it’s supposed to be.
I stand by the window and watch the water slant down from the sky. Bobby is sitting in front of the TV watching ‘Cars’ for the three hundredth time. I swear I could reel off the whole damn script in my sleep.
I rest my palms on the glass and look down at my own car in the parking lot outside. Why today? Why couldn’t it rain on Saturday instead? I could kick myself for not getting Ennis’ number last week, but by the time we’d untangled the kids, the moment had been lost. I can only imagine what he and his girls must be doing today, seeing as the playground will be practically underwater.
I bury my face into my arm and curse the whole stupidity of it all. I can’t believe I have to wait yet another week before I can see him again. That’s if he shows up next Friday at all. No guarantees. I feel like a goddamned teenager, back in the days before cell phones, texting and Facebook made keeping in touch so freaking easy. Kids these days don’t know the meaning of the word anticipation - or frustration.
No point moping though. Not much I can do against the forces of Mother Nature.
I endure a restless night. The crazy ass weather breaks during the hours of darkness and Bobby is desperate to get outside the following morning. He needs his playground fix.
We struggle to find a parking space. The place is packed. Parents and kids swarm everywhere. I remember why I never come here on the weekends.
I know it’s a long shot to think that he would be here today, but it doesn’t stop me looking. A blond man jogging around the lake makes my heart skip a beat. He did say he ran after all. It’s not Ennis. I should have known better.
My boy is having a blast, as ever, and he pulls a smile up from the pit of my stomach. I swear that kid could have fun at one of my dull ass medical seminars. Not that I’m planning on taking him any time soon.
We leave shortly before lunch. I can’t face taking him to McDonalds again. Not just yet.
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The guys discussed an 'adult' date during the 'McDate'...
Rain. I don’t believe it. Well actually I can because the weather is all shot to shit right now. Doesn’t know what season it’s supposed to be.
I stand by the window and watch the water slant down from the sky. Bobby is sitting in front of the TV watching ‘Cars’ for the three hundredth time. I swear I could reel off the whole damn script in my sleep.
I rest my palms on the glass and look down at my own car in the parking lot outside. Why today? Why couldn’t it rain on Saturday instead? I could kick myself for not getting Ennis’ number last week, but by the time we’d untangled the kids, the moment had been lost. I can only imagine what he and his girls must be doing today, seeing as the playground will be practically underwater.
I bury my face into my arm and curse the whole stupidity of it all. I can’t believe I have to wait yet another week before I can see him again. That’s if he shows up next Friday at all. No guarantees. I feel like a goddamned teenager, back in the days before cell phones, texting and Facebook made keeping in touch so freaking easy. Kids these days don’t know the meaning of the word anticipation - or frustration.
No point moping though. Not much I can do against the forces of Mother Nature.
I endure a restless night. The crazy ass weather breaks during the hours of darkness and Bobby is desperate to get outside the following morning. He needs his playground fix.
We struggle to find a parking space. The place is packed. Parents and kids swarm everywhere. I remember why I never come here on the weekends.
I know it’s a long shot to think that he would be here today, but it doesn’t stop me looking. A blond man jogging around the lake makes my heart skip a beat. He did say he ran after all. It’s not Ennis. I should have known better.
My boy is having a blast, as ever, and he pulls a smile up from the pit of my stomach. I swear that kid could have fun at one of my dull ass medical seminars. Not that I’m planning on taking him any time soon.
We leave shortly before lunch. I can’t face taking him to McDonalds again. Not just yet.
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