Standard disclaimer applies. I’m tired of typing it. It’s mine. For the life of
me, I can’t remember what the initial challenge was. I think the title is longer
than the story.<G>
Waiting Not-So-Patiently
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The sound grated on nerves already stretched taut. The waiting was growing more and
more exhausting. Anticipation made his heart thump and his palms sweat. Not that he
could feel his damp palms. They were already soaked from the rain.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Gritting his teeth against the annoying sound, he hunched his shoulders against the
ceaseless rain. All he managed to accomplish was rearranging the rain gear so it soaked
a new spot on his jacket collar. His nose wrinkled at the musty odor that wafted
upward at the shifting of his body. He hadn't been dry in days and his uniform showed
it.
Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
The noise of the rain hitting rain gear doubled as another soldier slid down the rough
stone wall beside him.
Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
Surging to his feet, he clenched his fists and let out a strangled cry of protest.
Swallowing the lump in his throat that he strongly suspected was his heart, Doc looked
up and raised his eyebrows. "Lord love a duck, Kirby. You tryin' to give us all heart
failure?"
Shoulders slumped, Kirby let out a mournful cry. "When are they gonna serve chow?!"
END-ish
me, I can’t remember what the initial challenge was. I think the title is longer
than the story.<G>
Waiting Not-So-Patiently
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The sound grated on nerves already stretched taut. The waiting was growing more and
more exhausting. Anticipation made his heart thump and his palms sweat. Not that he
could feel his damp palms. They were already soaked from the rain.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Gritting his teeth against the annoying sound, he hunched his shoulders against the
ceaseless rain. All he managed to accomplish was rearranging the rain gear so it soaked
a new spot on his jacket collar. His nose wrinkled at the musty odor that wafted
upward at the shifting of his body. He hadn't been dry in days and his uniform showed
it.
Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
The noise of the rain hitting rain gear doubled as another soldier slid down the rough
stone wall beside him.
Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
Surging to his feet, he clenched his fists and let out a strangled cry of protest.
Swallowing the lump in his throat that he strongly suspected was his heart, Doc looked
up and raised his eyebrows. "Lord love a duck, Kirby. You tryin' to give us all heart
failure?"
Shoulders slumped, Kirby let out a mournful cry. "When are they gonna serve chow?!"
END-ish
