Okay, so it's like this. blackmare_9
thinks I haven't been writing enough. So she force-fed me a song title, I Won't Back Down
, by Tom Petty. Never heard the song, don't care for Tom Petty. She told me to quit making excuses and write the drabble. So I did. Then, she wanted me to correct a confusing line. So I did. Now, she wants me to actually post
the damned thing! Demanding, isn't she? ;)
I Won’t Back Down
House tosses the GameBoy to the coffee table, biting back an exasperated noise. If he’d been able, earlier, to toss his piano out the window, he’d have done that, too. Silencing the TV had been easy and satisfying; remote controls are aerodynamically sound, fly easily across the room.
He considers, and discards, a hot shower, his favorite call girl, a drive through the country. His eyes return, unwillingly, to the glass vial in his hand, that clear liquid magnet. "No!" he whispers fiercely to its contents. "Not today."
He sighs, puts down the vial, picks up a deck of cards.
And on to the second drabble