It's the drugs, I swear
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jadesfireOk, so I have possibly taken leave of my senses at this point, but once I get an idea, I find it hard to let go. After the profusion of excellent drabbles recently, I speculated if it was possible to get the word count down to 50 per drabble. Then I had the idea of combining it with the shopping list challenge. The below is the result. I blame the painkillers I had to take this morning....
New Jersey Tea Ceremony
Tetsubin: Small kettle for informal use
Wilson had nowhere else to go, so he came here. The first thing he does is put the tea-kettle on to boil, needing the comfort of the familiar ritual. House doesn’t comment, not needing to. He rinses out the mugs, remembering that Julie preferred coffee. Until today, so did he.
Chakin: White linen cloth for cleaning tea bowl
He focuses on the cup in his hand, drying it with care and attention, trying to distract himself with the activity. Trying to ignore House talking on his cellphone, ordering dinner for them. Wilson has lived in silence at home for so long now that the sound seems abnormally loud.
Chawan: Tea bowl
Setting out two mugs feels strange: he’s become accustomed to cooking for one. He locates the sugar bowl, knowing that House will demand it. Wilson’s mother would not approve, and the thought makes him smile. Maybe he’ll take a few days from work, go home instead. Hide for a while.
Hassun: Wooden tray
House gives him a calculating look, which Wilson ignores, as he brings the tea through. He didn’t want to talk about it before. Still doesn’t. He shifts his keys along the table, making room. He supposes Julie will want them back now. That should bother him more than it does.
Chado: The Way of Tea
They will have to divide things up, he supposes. He will take the DVD player, she can have the houseplants. He will find somewhere else to live, find a new life. For now though, in the only place he could think of to come, he sips his tea in silence.
New Jersey Tea Ceremony
Tetsubin: Small kettle for informal use
Wilson had nowhere else to go, so he came here. The first thing he does is put the tea-kettle on to boil, needing the comfort of the familiar ritual. House doesn’t comment, not needing to. He rinses out the mugs, remembering that Julie preferred coffee. Until today, so did he.
Chakin: White linen cloth for cleaning tea bowl
He focuses on the cup in his hand, drying it with care and attention, trying to distract himself with the activity. Trying to ignore House talking on his cellphone, ordering dinner for them. Wilson has lived in silence at home for so long now that the sound seems abnormally loud.
Chawan: Tea bowl
Setting out two mugs feels strange: he’s become accustomed to cooking for one. He locates the sugar bowl, knowing that House will demand it. Wilson’s mother would not approve, and the thought makes him smile. Maybe he’ll take a few days from work, go home instead. Hide for a while.
Hassun: Wooden tray
House gives him a calculating look, which Wilson ignores, as he brings the tea through. He didn’t want to talk about it before. Still doesn’t. He shifts his keys along the table, making room. He supposes Julie will want them back now. That should bother him more than it does.
Chado: The Way of Tea
They will have to divide things up, he supposes. He will take the DVD player, she can have the houseplants. He will find somewhere else to live, find a new life. For now though, in the only place he could think of to come, he sips his tea in silence.
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Date: 2006-07-27 12:58 pm (UTC)It's amazing how much you've managed to convey in these little jewel boxes of sections. The entire sometimes odd nature of Wilson's friendship with House is encompassed in that last line. Just lovely.
Next I suspect y'all will be issuing haiku drabble challenges to each other! *grin*
Noooo!
Date: 2006-07-27 01:37 pm (UTC)But did you have to suggest haikus? because it's got to be possible, and I thought I'd finally got this out of my system...*sound of brain imploding*
Re: Noooo!
Date: 2006-07-28 04:40 am (UTC)There is only one
Habit worse than Vicodin--
House would call it hope.
*runs away*
Re: Noooo!
Date: 2006-07-28 07:44 am (UTC)Re: Noooo!
Date: 2006-07-28 02:10 pm (UTC)