Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop, which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction story, Love and Loss – a hundred words at a time.
I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.
Today’s drabble occurs a day or two after my previous Trip story, “Really?” Trip begins to adjust to the idea of T’Pol’s impending return.
One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.
Trip tested the wire rope swing, checked the welds on Dad’s bumper bar, tugged his sheetbends and truckie’s hitches. He’d been over-clocking himself, tap dancing around the PADD, but she was an afterburner thrusting deep under his skin.
“Subcutaneous intrusion?” She was parchment-fragile in his mind. “I apologize.”
He’d taken the picture on the transport. She was wearing her jacket and heather-purple tunic. Light auburn hair, eartips peeking out. “I dumped my raw sewage on you. Phlox helping you?”
“With pharmaceutical support.”
“Good. I hope the bluebird of happiness comes to perch on your shoulder, pepperpot.”
“That’s illogical gibberish, t’hy’la.”
How will Trip respond to T’Pol’s comment?
- Truckie's Hitch
- Bumper Bar
- Wire Rope Sling
- Tap dancing
- burn marks