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1. The Noticeboard Drabble (DIALJ 2010)
No gum, please, in the briefing room,
No sticky drinks in cars,
Crisps packets (empty) chuck in bin
Don't leave them for the chars
The break room -- please be neat and clean
And keep feet on the floor
If tea you spill then clean it up
You'll find cloths in the drawer
Good agents try to be discreet,
Go easy on the smells,
Of Polo, Brut or Aramis
(or Opium for the girls)
And if love blooms to greet the spring
In spite of Cowley’s fine print
Adjust your clothes before you leave
(Dear B and D: a hint!)
2. The Viking Drabble (2005)
The longship rode waves towards the beach. Warriors clasped shields, linden-wood, hard-rimmed. They dropped from planked sides, waded ashore, forming for attack.
Doyle arose to screaming. “Vikings! They’ll kill all the women … and rape all the men!”
He leapt, grasped his spear, and opened the door. A stocky warrior pushed through, knocked ash-wood from his hand. Struggling, he was thrust onto sheepskin, penetrated with a fiery lance.
The sheepskin was soft, yielding, suffocating him. Pain, pleasure, hardness, softness… bed, Bodie?
“Bodie!”.
“Yes, Ray?”
“We have to get rid of this bloody fleecy rug of yours before it kills me!”
3. Fabrics (2006)
Doyle explores Bodie's wardrobe, touching the rail with one finger, admiring a fine silk shirt briefly before pushing it aside. His finger lifts then settles between a pair of dark cords and a brown woollen suit. He strokes the worsted fabric of the suit, feeling a faint tugging as the kemp catches on a calloused edge of skin.
He moves on, rubs his fingers over the lapel of another jacket, a smooth linen blend, very cool.
"Find what you were looking for?"
Sweet velvet murmurs in his ear. Worn leather creases against his shoulders, heat presses through his cotton t-shirt.