Drabble, drabble!
This one is a companion to Journey, though it stands alone.
As for why I wrote another drabble? It wasn't my fault. I had to save the plot bunny. It was approaching critical mass.
Switching Drivers
Everyone knows Bodie’s lost the match. Doyle has him pinned. Macklin’s shouting something about ladies and tea parties.
Doyle’s wondering why Bodie hasn’t tapped out. Why he’s motionless, staring pensively across the mats as if he’s trying to work something out in his mind.
But Bodie’s not a thinker. He’s a soldier. Strong, silent, and thick as two short planks. Doyle knew everything there was to know about his new partner two minutes after meeting him.
Bodie twists suddenly. Before Doyle realizes what’s happened, he’s on his back, an arm across his throat.
“You don’t know anything yet,” says Bodie.
~end~
As for why I wrote another drabble? It wasn't my fault. I had to save the plot bunny. It was approaching critical mass.
Switching Drivers
Everyone knows Bodie’s lost the match. Doyle has him pinned. Macklin’s shouting something about ladies and tea parties.
Doyle’s wondering why Bodie hasn’t tapped out. Why he’s motionless, staring pensively across the mats as if he’s trying to work something out in his mind.
But Bodie’s not a thinker. He’s a soldier. Strong, silent, and thick as two short planks. Doyle knew everything there was to know about his new partner two minutes after meeting him.
Bodie twists suddenly. Before Doyle realizes what’s happened, he’s on his back, an arm across his throat.
“You don’t know anything yet,” says Bodie.
~end~