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riptide_asylum) wrote2014-01-05 01:24 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2014-01-05 01:24 pm
"Orange Grove" (Sunfish, 1983)
Title: Orange Grove
Rating: PG
Summary: A moment in an orchard...
Cody crept through the orange grove, with his gun at the ready, eyes and ears peeled. Above him, the trees provided spotty, fragrant canopy, the heavy scent of them combining with the smell of the moist rich soil that compacted under his feet. Nick was supposed to meet him at the ring of trees closest to the long low ranch-house, but there was no one in sight.
Cody leaned forward to peer around a tree. A shot whined overhead, thunking into the tree trunk just inches away.
He jerked back sharply, too aware of how little protection the trees could provide.
“Drop it, scumbag!”
Cody darted forward, unmindful of the danger. “Nick!”
His partner was struggling with one of Lafayette’s bodyguards on the patio. A second thug crept on Nick’s shoulder, unawares.
Without a thought for his safety, Cody ran from the trees and launched himself at the new assailant. They landed on the patio in a heap, and Cody swung blindly, ignoring how and where fists connected.
The guy was stronger than Cody had counted on, and a couple punches proved him faster, meaner, until Cody was on the ground, looking up at the sky.
Cody braced himself as the thug drew back his arm for another punch, then his weight fell away in a blur. He and Nick rolled off the edge of the patio, into the weeds. Before Cody could protest, Nick had the upper hand, fist like lightning.
Cody caught Nick by the shoulder as he got up, shaking the ache out of his knuckles. “You okay?” Cody asked. One of Nick’s eyes was swelling shut and a cut had opened up under his lip.
“Never better, man. You okay?”
Cody let Nick’s hands ghost over him, light and practiced. “I’m good, Nick.” He squeezed his partner’s side, just above the waistband of his jeans.
Nick paused, and for one stunning moment it was just the two of them, alone in the middle of an orchard full of heavy fragrant fruit, ripe for the plucking. It had always been this way, and always would.
Nick clamped a hand down on Cody’s shoulder. He said nothing, then turned and charged toward the house, and Cody, revitalized, had no choice but to follow.
Rating: PG
Summary: A moment in an orchard...
Cody crept through the orange grove, with his gun at the ready, eyes and ears peeled. Above him, the trees provided spotty, fragrant canopy, the heavy scent of them combining with the smell of the moist rich soil that compacted under his feet. Nick was supposed to meet him at the ring of trees closest to the long low ranch-house, but there was no one in sight.
Cody leaned forward to peer around a tree. A shot whined overhead, thunking into the tree trunk just inches away.
He jerked back sharply, too aware of how little protection the trees could provide.
“Drop it, scumbag!”
Cody darted forward, unmindful of the danger. “Nick!”
His partner was struggling with one of Lafayette’s bodyguards on the patio. A second thug crept on Nick’s shoulder, unawares.
Without a thought for his safety, Cody ran from the trees and launched himself at the new assailant. They landed on the patio in a heap, and Cody swung blindly, ignoring how and where fists connected.
The guy was stronger than Cody had counted on, and a couple punches proved him faster, meaner, until Cody was on the ground, looking up at the sky.
Cody braced himself as the thug drew back his arm for another punch, then his weight fell away in a blur. He and Nick rolled off the edge of the patio, into the weeds. Before Cody could protest, Nick had the upper hand, fist like lightning.
Cody caught Nick by the shoulder as he got up, shaking the ache out of his knuckles. “You okay?” Cody asked. One of Nick’s eyes was swelling shut and a cut had opened up under his lip.
“Never better, man. You okay?”
Cody let Nick’s hands ghost over him, light and practiced. “I’m good, Nick.” He squeezed his partner’s side, just above the waistband of his jeans.
Nick paused, and for one stunning moment it was just the two of them, alone in the middle of an orchard full of heavy fragrant fruit, ripe for the plucking. It had always been this way, and always would.
Nick clamped a hand down on Cody’s shoulder. He said nothing, then turned and charged toward the house, and Cody, revitalized, had no choice but to follow.
I loved it
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