Drabble series written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community


Adrift

Bodie stands in the centre of Doyle's flat, the one still point as Malone's boys prowl around, looking for evidence, for some indication of who put two bullets into Ray Doyle.

For the moment he isn't thinking about vengeance or justice or even proper investigatory procedure. He's simply looking at Ray's possessions--the tin soldiers and terrarium, the stereo and the plant stand--and thinking about what will happen to them if the unimaginable happens and Ray doesn't pull through. Thinking about what all this will become, mere jetsam to be cast off, without the man who gives it meaning.


Safe Harbour

Doyle's new flat isn't at all like the old one, thank Christ. Bodie couldn't walk through that door without seeing Doyle on the floor, his face bone white, his blood leeching into the carpet.

Things besides the flat have changed. The terrarium's gone, for a start. Bodie dumped that in the rubbish himself. The poor cow might have gone and died, but he wasn't having anything made by Mayli Kuolo in Ray's flat.

Some things, however, are the same: the toy soldiers, Doyle's records, his battered books. And most important of all, Doyle himself, Bodie's safe harbour in any storm.

-- THE END --

September 2007