kay_brooke (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kay_brooke) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2013-07-19 10:52 am
kay_brooke) wrote in rainbowfic2013-07-19 10:52 am
Summertime Blues #6, Yellow Submarine #13
Name: kay_brooke
Story: Unusual Florida
Colors: Summertime Blues #6 (heat does strange things to people), Yellow Submarine #13 (Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 435
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: James just wanted to enjoy the first warm day of the year.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“Betcha a dollar I can hit him.”
“You can’t hit him.”
“Two dollars.”
“You’d better pay up.”
“I’m gonna hit him. Watch.”
James didn’t even flinch as the Frisbee sailed at least ten feet over his head to land in the bushes behind him. He just ground his teeth, clutched his book tighter, and pretendied he didn’t even notice the other boys.
“You missed. Pay up.”
“Best two out of three.”
“Nuh-uh, give me my two dollars.”
“If I miss again, I’ll give you five dollars.”
Did they think he couldn’t hear them? Or did they just not care? It was astonishing, sometimes, how much people just didn’t care. How much people were just cruel for the sake of being cruel. And how the boys in his class, not content with bullying him during school days, had to continue it on the weekends, too. When all he’d wanted to do was sit in the park and read--finally it was warm enough to-- with the late May sun burning overhead.
A second Frisbee landed fifteen feet to his left.
“You suck. Give me my money.”
“You hit him, then.”
“Are you trying to weasel out of your bet?”
“If you hit him, I’ll give you all the money I have.”
“No.”
“Pussy.” Followed by some wet sucking noises that James wasn’t sure he even wanted to know the meaning behind.
He’d been on the same page since the boys had started arguing, not reading, all his senses alert and his muscles primed to run in the event something did come close to hitting him. It was making him anxious and exhausted, and all he’d wanted to do was enjoy the damn sun.
Clearly it was not to be.
James closed his book and stood up, just in time for a third Frisbee to skid to a halt right at his feet. He looked up at the boys, who were clustered together, staring at him and snickering. Bobby and Grant. He should have guessed.
He picked up the Frisbee.
“Hey! Hey, James, throw it back!” yelled Bobby, waving his arms as if the Frisbee had just accidentally been thrown in James’s direction.
James threw it.
Not at the boys; he knew there was no way his aim was good enough to hit them even if he tried. But it didn’t take much aiming skill to fling it into the nearby road, where it was almost immediately squashed by a passing pickup truck.
“Oops,” said James. “Sorry.”
The boys yelling obscenities at him, James turned to go home.
kay_brookeStory: Unusual Florida
Colors: Summertime Blues #6 (heat does strange things to people), Yellow Submarine #13 (Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 435
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: James just wanted to enjoy the first warm day of the year.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“Betcha a dollar I can hit him.”
“You can’t hit him.”
“Two dollars.”
“You’d better pay up.”
“I’m gonna hit him. Watch.”
James didn’t even flinch as the Frisbee sailed at least ten feet over his head to land in the bushes behind him. He just ground his teeth, clutched his book tighter, and pretendied he didn’t even notice the other boys.
“You missed. Pay up.”
“Best two out of three.”
“Nuh-uh, give me my two dollars.”
“If I miss again, I’ll give you five dollars.”
Did they think he couldn’t hear them? Or did they just not care? It was astonishing, sometimes, how much people just didn’t care. How much people were just cruel for the sake of being cruel. And how the boys in his class, not content with bullying him during school days, had to continue it on the weekends, too. When all he’d wanted to do was sit in the park and read--finally it was warm enough to-- with the late May sun burning overhead.
A second Frisbee landed fifteen feet to his left.
“You suck. Give me my money.”
“You hit him, then.”
“Are you trying to weasel out of your bet?”
“If you hit him, I’ll give you all the money I have.”
“No.”
“Pussy.” Followed by some wet sucking noises that James wasn’t sure he even wanted to know the meaning behind.
He’d been on the same page since the boys had started arguing, not reading, all his senses alert and his muscles primed to run in the event something did come close to hitting him. It was making him anxious and exhausted, and all he’d wanted to do was enjoy the damn sun.
Clearly it was not to be.
James closed his book and stood up, just in time for a third Frisbee to skid to a halt right at his feet. He looked up at the boys, who were clustered together, staring at him and snickering. Bobby and Grant. He should have guessed.
He picked up the Frisbee.
“Hey! Hey, James, throw it back!” yelled Bobby, waving his arms as if the Frisbee had just accidentally been thrown in James’s direction.
James threw it.
Not at the boys; he knew there was no way his aim was good enough to hit them even if he tried. But it didn’t take much aiming skill to fling it into the nearby road, where it was almost immediately squashed by a passing pickup truck.
“Oops,” said James. “Sorry.”
The boys yelling obscenities at him, James turned to go home.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Thanks for reading!
no subject
Step two: Fart on each and every one.
Step three: "Want your frisbees now, suckas?"
Step four: Buff Baby dance.
Truthfully, though, this is probably the more honest approach. Poor James. Seems like he had a tough life in a lot of different ways... It's interesting to see what colours his growth to adulthood and how (from previous writing, too.)
no subject
Thanks for reading!
no subject
no subject
Thank you for reading!