Title: Islander
Author:
sagenessRecipient:
stormymouseFandom: Wilby Wonderful
Rated: R
Summary: Buddy's still looking at his hands, or maybe the old worn-out rug at their feet, but then he turns his head toward Duck and says, "What was it like to get out?"
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Islander )
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He can run a boat. He can fix an engine. He can run a fish grinder, drive a truck, load and unload semis and shipping containers. At the end of the day he goes and has a drink. Sometimes he has a lot of drinks. At the end of the night he staggers home, and at the end of every second week, or fourth if money's tight, he goes up the road from the docks and catches a ride into the heart of the nearest city to find the places where the faggots cruise. At first he's eighteen and then twenty-four and then thirty's only a memory and he's still doing the same thing, more or less, week after week, with his time. The jobs change. The ports change. But the routine remains.I quote the entire paragraph unashamedly because it's such a perfect snapshot of ( ... )
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The story is so rich with atmosphere and emotion - and this quiet bitterness, or resignation - it's brillianty done.
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Hopefully this week I'll get to spend some time on the Buddy fic!
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