![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
The Deck; Friday Evening
Friday, June 19th, 2015 06:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ihuntkillers.livejournal.comJasper had smashed his cell phone a few days ago. It'd been worth it. After seeing his inbox flush with messages from Doug Weathers, he'd gotten sick of it and just smashed it with the heel of his shoe. No regrets. Melissa and Howie could contact him other ways. He didn't need a phone, didn't care to have a phone. He didn't want anyone to come a knocking.
The quiet was why Jasper was outside on the deck this evening. The sun was just starting to set, making it feel slightly cooler though it was still hot. Jasper was used to it though. Southern summers were famous for two things: heat and humidity. He'd grown up around them and knew them well.
Hot summer nights are my favorite, Jasper. He could hear his father lengthening the word 'favorite', making it several syllables longer than it needed to be. Makes you feel like you've worked really hard. You ever sawed through a --
Jasper cut that thought off, shoved it behind a door in his mind. He'd brought a bottle of water outside with him and was using it to keep cool. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, one arm tucked up behind his head and his eyes were closed.
It was so easy to imagine himself back home, back in his grandma's house, sitting on the porch while she railed incoherently inside. But here, it was just quiet. Jasper sighed.
He hoped his grandmother hadn't burned the house down.
[ Open ]
The quiet was why Jasper was outside on the deck this evening. The sun was just starting to set, making it feel slightly cooler though it was still hot. Jasper was used to it though. Southern summers were famous for two things: heat and humidity. He'd grown up around them and knew them well.
Hot summer nights are my favorite, Jasper. He could hear his father lengthening the word 'favorite', making it several syllables longer than it needed to be. Makes you feel like you've worked really hard. You ever sawed through a --
Jasper cut that thought off, shoved it behind a door in his mind. He'd brought a bottle of water outside with him and was using it to keep cool. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, one arm tucked up behind his head and his eyes were closed.
It was so easy to imagine himself back home, back in his grandma's house, sitting on the porch while she railed incoherently inside. But here, it was just quiet. Jasper sighed.
He hoped his grandmother hadn't burned the house down.
[ Open ]
