two Numb3rs Drabbles
Taking a break from "For Life," I wrote two short Numb3rs drabbles.
if you don't know Numb3rs, these probably won't make any sense, but you're welcome to read them anyway.
All or Nothing
Don was an all or nothing kind of guy. He was dedicated, deliberate, and rarely changed his mind.
He was a man with a plan and if he didn’t have one, he’d make one. Life would not catch him unprepared.
In fact, he would’ve once ventured to say that he’d never had to make a life-altering decision. That was until he changed his dream from running after baseballs to running after bad guys.
FBI.
The letters held so much power. Don liked it. He liked the awe his title held. Charlie had always garnered all of the praise as a child, but now Don was given his own special form of amazement.
But behind the title was a tired man whose life had so many holes in its fabric that a simple draft became a bitter chill during winter nights.
Most of all he hated climbing between cold sheets. He hated the silence of his apartment, the pressing stillness at three in the morning when he’d been awake all the previous day on a case and still couldn’t sleep.
Maybe he could give it away. The awe wasn’t worth the solace and the endless loneliness. It wasn’t worth the pain of a beating heart in the face of a gun.
But the grateful, tear-filled eyes of those people he saed…
Don was always an all or nothing kind of guy.
Hometown Hero
Colby was a hometown hero. His humble beginnings became his source of praise, of pride. After all, how many regular boys from a small Idaho town were special force vets-cum-FBI agents?
Even heroes suffered though, and sometimes Colby felt as if his pain would eat him whole.
Nights spent hearing the consistent battering of bullets as they sprayed across his fragile dreamscape; the dry, dirty taste of Afghan dust in his mouth; the ponderings piling up behind the concept of friendly fire-these things plagued him, became all he knew.
But they also served as a driving force for this All-American man. They reminded him why he stayed where he stayed-why he fought.
He fought so all the people of his small hometown would never have to feel the pain he felt; so they would never have to experience the horrors he experienced.
His beginning gave him purpose and his purpose gave him life.
Colby was a hometown hero; but he was an American hero as well.
if you don't know Numb3rs, these probably won't make any sense, but you're welcome to read them anyway.
All or Nothing
Don was an all or nothing kind of guy. He was dedicated, deliberate, and rarely changed his mind.
He was a man with a plan and if he didn’t have one, he’d make one. Life would not catch him unprepared.
In fact, he would’ve once ventured to say that he’d never had to make a life-altering decision. That was until he changed his dream from running after baseballs to running after bad guys.
FBI.
The letters held so much power. Don liked it. He liked the awe his title held. Charlie had always garnered all of the praise as a child, but now Don was given his own special form of amazement.
But behind the title was a tired man whose life had so many holes in its fabric that a simple draft became a bitter chill during winter nights.
Most of all he hated climbing between cold sheets. He hated the silence of his apartment, the pressing stillness at three in the morning when he’d been awake all the previous day on a case and still couldn’t sleep.
Maybe he could give it away. The awe wasn’t worth the solace and the endless loneliness. It wasn’t worth the pain of a beating heart in the face of a gun.
But the grateful, tear-filled eyes of those people he saed…
Don was always an all or nothing kind of guy.
Hometown Hero
Colby was a hometown hero. His humble beginnings became his source of praise, of pride. After all, how many regular boys from a small Idaho town were special force vets-cum-FBI agents?
Even heroes suffered though, and sometimes Colby felt as if his pain would eat him whole.
Nights spent hearing the consistent battering of bullets as they sprayed across his fragile dreamscape; the dry, dirty taste of Afghan dust in his mouth; the ponderings piling up behind the concept of friendly fire-these things plagued him, became all he knew.
But they also served as a driving force for this All-American man. They reminded him why he stayed where he stayed-why he fought.
He fought so all the people of his small hometown would never have to feel the pain he felt; so they would never have to experience the horrors he experienced.
His beginning gave him purpose and his purpose gave him life.
Colby was a hometown hero; but he was an American hero as well.