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rainbowfic2012-01-19 08:52 pm
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-01-19 08:52 pm
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Eton Blue 5
Author: geena
Colors: Eton Blue 5. driver's ed
Supplies and Styles: Paint-By-Number [Torey. Jaguar. Need I say more?]
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Joyride.
Summary: Torey takes a brief joyride with his father's Jaguar.
Notes: This is canon and takes place in the early summer of 1986. An oft mentioned, never written incident involving Torey. This is also a Paint-By-Number from Kelly.
***
It’s shiny, which is a ridiculous thought for Torey to have, but he can’t help it. His father meticulously waxes it, the blue paint practically gleaming, and it’s just there. It’s just sitting there in the drive, shiny and pristine and so, so tempting. The keys are hanging just inside his father’s empty office, and the kids are upstairs with Ma. He’s pretty sure Mrs. Colvio is out in the garden, which means everyone is otherwise gone or distracted.
The timing is perfect.
Slipping the keys into his pocket, Torey slinks through the hall and out the door, scanning the street before making a beeline for the Jaguar. Unlocking the door, he slides in behind the wheel and quickly adjusts the seat. A flush of power floods through him at the feeling and in that moment, he makes up his mind.
He’s driven once or twice with Pop, bobbing and weaving through empty parking lots during excursions his ma knows nothing about-- how hard can it be to go around the block once or twice?
Excitement takes over and before he can give it another thought, Torey’s turning the keys in the ignition, the roar of the engine thrilling him. He eases the gear out of park just like Pop’s shown him, one foot on the brake. He glance toward the house one last time and twists in the seat, jerking the steering wheel to the left before rolling into reverse.
Except, Torey realizes one second too late, he’s not just rolling-- and he’s certainly not going in reverse. He has a moment of pure terror before the relief of suddenly crashing to a stop takes over.
“Shit,” he mutters, taking in the broken glass, bent hood and, oh yeah, the newly formed hole in the kitchen wall.
The relief doesn’t last long.
***
geenaColors: Eton Blue 5. driver's ed
Supplies and Styles: Paint-By-Number [Torey. Jaguar. Need I say more?]
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Joyride.
Summary: Torey takes a brief joyride with his father's Jaguar.
Notes: This is canon and takes place in the early summer of 1986. An oft mentioned, never written incident involving Torey. This is also a Paint-By-Number from Kelly.
***
It’s shiny, which is a ridiculous thought for Torey to have, but he can’t help it. His father meticulously waxes it, the blue paint practically gleaming, and it’s just there. It’s just sitting there in the drive, shiny and pristine and so, so tempting. The keys are hanging just inside his father’s empty office, and the kids are upstairs with Ma. He’s pretty sure Mrs. Colvio is out in the garden, which means everyone is otherwise gone or distracted.
The timing is perfect.
Slipping the keys into his pocket, Torey slinks through the hall and out the door, scanning the street before making a beeline for the Jaguar. Unlocking the door, he slides in behind the wheel and quickly adjusts the seat. A flush of power floods through him at the feeling and in that moment, he makes up his mind.
He’s driven once or twice with Pop, bobbing and weaving through empty parking lots during excursions his ma knows nothing about-- how hard can it be to go around the block once or twice?
Excitement takes over and before he can give it another thought, Torey’s turning the keys in the ignition, the roar of the engine thrilling him. He eases the gear out of park just like Pop’s shown him, one foot on the brake. He glance toward the house one last time and twists in the seat, jerking the steering wheel to the left before rolling into reverse.
Except, Torey realizes one second too late, he’s not just rolling-- and he’s certainly not going in reverse. He has a moment of pure terror before the relief of suddenly crashing to a stop takes over.
“Shit,” he mutters, taking in the broken glass, bent hood and, oh yeah, the newly formed hole in the kitchen wall.
The relief doesn’t last long.
***
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