Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at lj fayeandspike community.
Drabble #1: Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before
I was delayed, I was way-laid
an emergency stop, I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
and the pain was enough to make
a shy, bald Buddhist reflect
and plan a mass-murder
who said I'd lied to her?
who said I'd lied because I never, I never
who said I'd lied because I never
stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
Spike sucked in a breath and fell backwards to the floor as the wind was knocked out of him by a hard punch that landed right in the center of his abdomen. The throbbing pain blurred his vision and he squinted, looking up at her furious face.
“So, would you like to share any more words of wisdom about life?” Faye stood over him, her chest heaving as her foot tapped incessantly against his chest.
Spike thought it was probably best not to answer that question.
Drabble #2 - What Difference Does it Make?
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
He had always known that she’d fallen for him, that she thought it would somehow change her, change her life.
He could feel her love pulling him down, and he had to make her believe that he didn’t want to be caught, that he didn’t care.
He couldn’t do it to her, couldn’t let her believe that any hope was possible.
He would always remember her from the times when leaving was furthest from his mind, before the urge to reach for her was so strong that it threatened to kill him alive.
Drabble #3 - Well I Wonder
Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry
Oh ...
Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am
Well I wonder
Please keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
From the couch, a figure was just sitting up, becoming aware of her presence. He looked at her, his expression hidden by the darkness.
She didn’t need the light to know what expression he chose to hide under the shadow of night.
And because he knew that she loved him, he would look everywhere but in her eyes.
No words were spoken, but he would try to show how much he didn’t care, about her, about himself, about anything. He would say with that expression that he didn’t need her or anyone.
But she knew him well enough to know that it was a lie, because those were the times when he needed her the most.
Drabble #4 - Half a Person
Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life :
She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me, equally dour
She said : "In the days when you were
Hopelessly poor
I just liked you more..."
I've got a new life now and I don't even think about you.
He chases away the image of emerald green with fury and blood on his hands.
His eyes are cold and dangerous; he’s not the same person she knew. He’s only half alive and sinking deeper into darkness.
There’s a chick who’s been itching to get in my pants, and I can get laid anytime I want, so I don’t need to think about you.
Restlessness rages through him and he chases the vision away with mindless fucking, empty sex.
But every night, after the fury has died away, the restlessness returns. There is something missing, and he sees no light in the darkness of his life. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot chase away the vision of emerald green.
He is lost without her.
