July Linkback, Donor, Prompter story
Jul. 20th, 2012 07:43 pmThis is the linkback incentive story for the July Giraffe Call.
Bowen et al are characters in Addergoole.
Bowen's Change (and his father's) are as sheep.
Summer after Year Five
Bowen had been home for a week when his cy'ree showed up.
It hadn't been a comfortable week, all things considered. His father had been - well, Dad. The way Dad always was, kind of sheepish.
Sheepish. Ha. He'd yelled that at him, his second night home. Bowen had been yelling a lot, since he got home. "How can you just go along with what you're told? How can you be such a goddamned part of the herd?"
And all Dad had managed was "we are what's in our nature."
Which was a pile of crap. Bowen had been mutilated by a rabbit. But he wasn't going to tell his father that. Instead, he'd shouted at him.
"Be a goddamned ram, then. Grow a pair."
They hadn't talked much since then. It was going to be a long summer if it kept on like this.
And then the doorbell rang.
At first, Bowen was afraid it was his friends from high school. He almost didn't answer the door; he didn't have anything to say to those guys. He couldn't even begin to talk about school, and he wasn't sure he wanted to talk to those morons anyway.
But the doorbell rang again, and again, like someone was mashing on the button. Grumbling, fantasising about punching Jack or Eddie or Judy or whoever it was until they stopped ringing the damn doorbell, Bowen hauled himself out of his chair and yanked the door open. "What do you... oh. It's you. Ah."
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Bowen et al are characters in Addergoole.
Bowen's Change (and his father's) are as sheep.
Summer after Year Five
Bowen had been home for a week when his cy'ree showed up.
It hadn't been a comfortable week, all things considered. His father had been - well, Dad. The way Dad always was, kind of sheepish.
Sheepish. Ha. He'd yelled that at him, his second night home. Bowen had been yelling a lot, since he got home. "How can you just go along with what you're told? How can you be such a goddamned part of the herd?"
And all Dad had managed was "we are what's in our nature."
Which was a pile of crap. Bowen had been mutilated by a rabbit. But he wasn't going to tell his father that. Instead, he'd shouted at him.
"Be a goddamned ram, then. Grow a pair."
They hadn't talked much since then. It was going to be a long summer if it kept on like this.
And then the doorbell rang.
At first, Bowen was afraid it was his friends from high school. He almost didn't answer the door; he didn't have anything to say to those guys. He couldn't even begin to talk about school, and he wasn't sure he wanted to talk to those morons anyway.
But the doorbell rang again, and again, like someone was mashing on the button. Grumbling, fantasising about punching Jack or Eddie or Judy or whoever it was until they stopped ringing the damn doorbell, Bowen hauled himself out of his chair and yanked the door open. "What do you... oh. It's you. Ah."
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