Written for the SH Me&Thee 100 Drabble Community with the prompt “Sunset.”
Post-Bloodbath
Longer stories are percolating in my brain & pen…but they take so long, I decided to archive a little appetizer for the time being. 🙂
Starsky’s camera dangled by its strap, black against his blue shirt.
Hutch beckoned him. Nice to see Starsky facing the world, facing outward. Simon Marcus’ horrors will never touch him again.
Starsky settled next to him.
“Starsk. Your head, my shoulder.” Your heart – mine to shelter.
The sunset tossed vibrant ribbons over water until it’s fleeting brilliance ebbed.
“Got some good shots, Hutch.”
“I saw.” Hutch stroked the dark curls.
Fickle partners with the sky, sunsets surrendered to the night.
This partnership wasn’t a sunset. It survived to greet the light of every morning, true as the colors of heaven.
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