tommyboybbi (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tommyboybbi) wrote,@ 2008-08-09 21:51:00 |
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| Entry tags: | 2008, monkees |
the Monkees . ficlets 1 thru 5
I've been posting this 1 day at a time at my yg storybook monkees.
Here are the first 5 ficlets .. I was trying to do the 100 thing but really, this is not a drabble list, so I just wrote what came to me.
This list I'm using is from ficlet100. I'm using table 2 for the Monkees selections.
Toast
Micky kept hitting the side of the toaster.
He had put in his two pieces of toast over an hour ago, yet, it still hadn't popped the bread back up.
Peter walked by and asked what Micky what he was doing.
"Oh hey Pete. I don't know man, I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and it, well, it's not popping up."
Peter looked around the toaster and saw what the problem was. Though the cord was hanging down over to the floor, he pushed the lever down.
"That should do it," and walked off.
Bread
Mike looked to see what he had to make lunch with. There was a box of sugar loaded moons and stars, two oranges, a half jar of peanut butter. The fridge offered milk, ham, and cheese.
Grabbing the ham, cheese and milk, he set them on the counter. He continued looking through the cabinets for one additional item. Not there, nor here, not high nor low, the final item eluded him.
You would think somewhere he would find it, a loaf of bread. He would be a happy camper if he could make himself a ham sandwich. But no, living with three others, a requisite item to sustain life was withheld from him.
church
It had been some time since any of then had attended. They had been busy getting their music together, finding their places among themselves and enjoying life around them.
Mike couldn't believe how long it had been since he had come to reach for the solace and peace that he used to fine here.
He had unearthed his Bible when he was unpacking a box that he had found in his room. Memories had come back to him.
He had gotten up early in the morning and showered and dressed. Not another creature (or Monkee) was stirring. He decided to walk to the church that was a few blocks up from the beach towards.
The walk was good; a sea breeze followed him up the street. He stood before the door and took a deep breath and let it out slowly then walked through the open door. He walked down the aisle and sat down in a pew towards the back.
As the sermon started, Mike let the words fall over him and carry him back to his past.
Belief
Mike was wondering if it was worth it. They didn't have an agent, their gig's were far and few between, he as losing his faith.
Going through his notebook, he was making a list to call to past managers and party givers to see if they would consider them for future work.
Peter came in from the beach and sat down at the table watching him. Mike looked up to ask what he was staring at, Peter beat him in saying, "I believe in us Mike. I believe that something will happen and make this all worth it."
Mike closed his mouth and let it sink in. "Thanks Pete, you believe."
Eternal
Micky leaned back against the log watching the flames from the bonfire. It had been a great evening. He had been hanging out with the guys and some others had come by and they had a true party on the beach going on. Now it had quieted down and he sat by himself pondering.
Many wouldn't give him credit of thinking beyond his next meal or current flame of the moment. But he did think.
He was lost in thought when Mike dropped down next to him in the sand. "What has your all blanked out?"
"Love is an eternal thing," Micky answered.
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