Ill-Kept Secrets

Title: Ill-Kept Secrets
Character: Dewey Ceinion
Rating: PG for language
Word count: 1069
Notes: itsproductivity 4/3: Write about your mother's cooking.

"Ieuen, for the love of all that's good, turn off the television and set the table for me. Nerys? Nerys, dear, what did you do with the gravy boat?"

"Ieuen, touch that tv and I'll spank you," Owen Ceinion threatened his eldest son. "You may be thirty, but you're still young enough to take over my lap."

"Sorry mam," Ieuen said, not at all regretfully; though he disappeared into the dining room he kept poking his head around the corner to keep an eye on the soccer game. Gwendolyn rolled her eyes.

( oh, family dinners. )

Raindrop Intuition

Title: Raindrop Intuition
Character: Dewey Ceinion
Rating: R for language. (Dewey's got a dirty mouth.)
Word count: 639
Notes: itsproductivity 4/4: It was a rainy day. Testing out the narrative form I'm supposed to be using for Dewey's game.


I'd flipped my coat collar up before I left the precinct. Didn't stop the rain from making rivers down the back of my neck, though. One of these days I'll give in and buy a fedora like all the good cops wore in the old movies, but that night I was all wet, and so were my leads. I'd been chasing tipoff to tipoff, a game of he-said-she-said that ended, so they said, in quite a tidy stash of heroin. At least it wasn't meth; one explosion like that was enough for my career.

( only crazy motherfuckers in Clark County. )