Drabbles...
OK, so in order to get back into writing again, I'm doing some drabbles. devlinnreiko was kind enough to give me 15 prompts and so I'm slowly going through them. Here's the first two.
Friday,
Nothing really all that special about the day when there is no scheduled work week, but save one thing. Baths. It was the one day that all the women looked forward to and all the boys dreaded. Even so, when all was said and done… When all of the water had been drained and all the towels hung to dry… After all that, everyone found themselves more relaxed and content as the sun set.
flame,
Candle light did little to brighten the room, but the glow was enough to prevent one from tripping over things. Shadows played across the walls as they readied for bed, each member of the crew performing their own nightly ritual. In the end, just one remained awake as his eyes were mesmerized by the single flame dancing above the cream coloured wax. Slowly, heavy lids began to close and the captain of the ship drifted off to sleep. The first mate crawled out of his bunk, extinguishing the flame and lifting his sleeping friend to place him safely in his bed. A light smile graced the captain’s lips as he mumbled about mountains of meat and snuggled down into his blanket. A pale arm encircled Zoro as he climbed back into bed, yet another reward for doing what just came naturally to him.
Friday,
Nothing really all that special about the day when there is no scheduled work week, but save one thing. Baths. It was the one day that all the women looked forward to and all the boys dreaded. Even so, when all was said and done… When all of the water had been drained and all the towels hung to dry… After all that, everyone found themselves more relaxed and content as the sun set.
flame,
Candle light did little to brighten the room, but the glow was enough to prevent one from tripping over things. Shadows played across the walls as they readied for bed, each member of the crew performing their own nightly ritual. In the end, just one remained awake as his eyes were mesmerized by the single flame dancing above the cream coloured wax. Slowly, heavy lids began to close and the captain of the ship drifted off to sleep. The first mate crawled out of his bunk, extinguishing the flame and lifting his sleeping friend to place him safely in his bed. A light smile graced the captain’s lips as he mumbled about mountains of meat and snuggled down into his blanket. A pale arm encircled Zoro as he climbed back into bed, yet another reward for doing what just came naturally to him.