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Prompt 66, set 1



Visual aid to this one just so you know what I'm talking about! - think yourself lucky I'm on my laptop else I'd have atempted a terrible manip!




Four Word Prompts:

Set 1:
beyond
instructions
body
frontier


It seemed beyond belief that Starsky would have the nerve to think that... no actually scratch that – it would be beyond belief to think that Starsk wouldn’t...

Hutch sighed. He knew it was just the way Starsky was, knew that really he relished the enthusiasm and the energy that Starsky bought to everything he did, but sometimes, just sometimes he wished that he would pause for a second, take the time to follow instructions - to realise that sometimes there was a good reason for caution and patience.

He sighed again.

In front of him Starsky lay, squirming and wriggling. His head and half his body was concealed by the bulk of the children’s crawl tube. His ass on the other hand protruded and every so often gave an impotent jerk as Starsky tried to propel himself fishlike through the plastic tubing that was currently trapping him.

Hutch sighed again, and nudged the wriggling behind with a sneaker clad foot. Once, and then again for good measure, perhaps just a tad harder than necessary.

“Hutch... is that you?” the voice wailed, muffled, from the depths of the tunnelling.

“Of course it’s me dumbass, who else?”

“Hutch I’m stuck”

“No shit?”

“Hutch...”

“Does the phrase I told you so ring any bells?”

It should do – Hutch had spent a vociferous 10 minutes telling Starsky that on no account should he attempt to enter the tunnel – that it had been bought for Mollie’s toddler son, that it was designed for infants and only for infants. That Starsk was too old, too creaky and too damn wide to make any attempt to enter the tunnel and on no account should he try..

Hutch sighed again – this time at his own stupidity – he may have well as stuck a welcome mat at the entrance to the tunnel with that little speech. He’d heard the cry the second he entered the kitchen, leaving Starsky unattended with the black and purple star spotted toy.

“Space! The Final Frontier!” and his very own Captain Kirk had launched himself into the opening – where, shoulders wedged, he now remained.

“Hutch sighed. Once more, just for luck , then bent to grab a pair of ankles...

Comments

[birggitt.livejournal.com]

Mwahahahahaha! This is my Starsky, indeed *laughs madly* Poor Hutch, Starsk never listen to him, and then... things happen =D
Funny!

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[sjames-centre.livejournal.com]

LOL. I love the interaction between them. Well done.

I'm always amazed people can write these really good bits in 8 mins. I completely fail at that.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I wish I had a writing head where I could write the longer pieces. these bits are fun to write, but I always feel a little bit as if I'm cheating.

[sjames-centre.livejournal.com]

Well, i would probably write short pieces all the time if i could. the only way i can write longer things is think of them as small bit joined together. so i write scenes. one at a time. slowly. very very slowly.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

That's intriguing - I do it a bit like that too - if it's a longer piece it;s the only way I can do it - though I then sometimes struggle with the 'joining' bits!

Other times I write and don't stop until it's done - although the luxury of time to do that is now very scarce.