mocha 21 + cherry - 'wolf country'
Author: hi_falootin
Prompt: mocha 21. too close for comfort
Topping: cherry
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG (slight sexual themes)
Notes: Jason's POV. I gave myself a cherry for using primarily past-imperfect, when I usually write in present tense. Oh and despite its length, I totally consider this piece its own stand-alone story. Let me know how that works ;)
By Laramie, he must have known he was going to leave us. Every morning he'd drag us out of the trailer to the stretch of dry grass on the west side of the park and we'd practice.
By Laramie, he must have known he was going to leave us. Every morning he'd drag us out of the trailer to the stretch of dry grass on the west side of the park and we'd practice.
Or rather, Dad and Dee would practice. I'd watch. Dad thought this stuff was so important--like we'd need it to defend ourselves any moment now, like everyone was out to get us. First he was just showing us how to fall, how to roll, how to get up once you're on the ground. How to make a fist.
Then there was the grappling, the rolling on the ground, and I was sure as hell not going to practice that with my sister. It made me uncomfortable enough when she practiced with him.
Dee had hit a growth spurt or something going into eighth grade and now all her t-shirts were too short. She had a stripe of tan across her back that would show when she did her ground escapes, when she pushed Dad off of her by hooking an ankle around his neck, knocking him off balance.
I wanted to say, That would look sort of perverted if anyone else was watching.
She'd scramble on top of him, planting her foot on Dad's chest like he was her kill, her prize. Triumph! Pumping her fist in the air.
Your turn, Jason? Dad would ask, almost a question, the way his voice went all hopeful at the end.
No, I'm good.
My turn again, then! Dee'd kick Dad's legs until he laughed and tried to pin her again. She loved the challenge, loved to feel tough. I'd just watch them going back and forth in the grass, like a couple of wolves. They were so much the same. I could make excuses, I just couldn't understand them.
Later, I asked her, Didn't you know he was going to leave us? That that's why he wanted to teach us that stuff?
Yes, of course. Of course I did. She looked at me in surprise. That's why I let him.
Feedback way appreciated on this one! :)
Prompt: mocha 21. too close for comfort
Topping: cherry
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG (slight sexual themes)
Notes: Jason's POV. I gave myself a cherry for using primarily past-imperfect, when I usually write in present tense. Oh and despite its length, I totally consider this piece its own stand-alone story. Let me know how that works ;)
By Laramie, he must have known he was going to leave us. Every morning he'd drag us out of the trailer to the stretch of dry grass on the west side of the park and we'd practice.
By Laramie, he must have known he was going to leave us. Every morning he'd drag us out of the trailer to the stretch of dry grass on the west side of the park and we'd practice.
Or rather, Dad and Dee would practice. I'd watch. Dad thought this stuff was so important--like we'd need it to defend ourselves any moment now, like everyone was out to get us. First he was just showing us how to fall, how to roll, how to get up once you're on the ground. How to make a fist.
Then there was the grappling, the rolling on the ground, and I was sure as hell not going to practice that with my sister. It made me uncomfortable enough when she practiced with him.
Dee had hit a growth spurt or something going into eighth grade and now all her t-shirts were too short. She had a stripe of tan across her back that would show when she did her ground escapes, when she pushed Dad off of her by hooking an ankle around his neck, knocking him off balance.
I wanted to say, That would look sort of perverted if anyone else was watching.
She'd scramble on top of him, planting her foot on Dad's chest like he was her kill, her prize. Triumph! Pumping her fist in the air.
Your turn, Jason? Dad would ask, almost a question, the way his voice went all hopeful at the end.
No, I'm good.
My turn again, then! Dee'd kick Dad's legs until he laughed and tried to pin her again. She loved the challenge, loved to feel tough. I'd just watch them going back and forth in the grass, like a couple of wolves. They were so much the same. I could make excuses, I just couldn't understand them.
Later, I asked her, Didn't you know he was going to leave us? That that's why he wanted to teach us that stuff?
Yes, of course. Of course I did. She looked at me in surprise. That's why I let him.
Feedback way appreciated on this one! :)