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notaballad) wrote2008-12-29 11:35 am
notaballad) wrote2008-12-29 11:35 am
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Thursday (11/20/08) Prompt: Solace Drabble
Oops, drabbles are supposed to be 100 words, right? This is a little bit over. My bad
Desmond sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. It was a particularly stressful day, what with dissatisfied clients and picky people who couldn't seem to make up their minds on what they wanted in their brochures. Some days, he really hated being a graphic designer.
On days like these, the one thing that tended to soothe him more than anything was curling up in his recliner with a cup of hot chocolate -- made with warm milk, raspberry flavored cocoa and topped with mini marshmallows -- and listening to one of his brother's jazz CDs. He'd never admit to Jude that he actually listened to jazz or that he even enjoyed the sound of his brother's melodious voice, but the combination of the warm cocoa in his belly and the smooth, dulcet tones of Jude's music would calm Desmond and send him spiraling into a comfortable sleep.
Desmond sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. It was a particularly stressful day, what with dissatisfied clients and picky people who couldn't seem to make up their minds on what they wanted in their brochures. Some days, he really hated being a graphic designer.
On days like these, the one thing that tended to soothe him more than anything was curling up in his recliner with a cup of hot chocolate -- made with warm milk, raspberry flavored cocoa and topped with mini marshmallows -- and listening to one of his brother's jazz CDs. He'd never admit to Jude that he actually listened to jazz or that he even enjoyed the sound of his brother's melodious voice, but the combination of the warm cocoa in his belly and the smooth, dulcet tones of Jude's music would calm Desmond and send him spiraling into a comfortable sleep.