Pit Stop - Caesura and Enjambment

[ismenin]

Euphrosyne - Hobart's Sister - pinched from Prim. I hope she doesn't mind!



Hobart in New York



Dom Monotonos, looking anything BUT...

Ah, well. I had a silly moment this morning, and was half way through page 3 of part 16 of Aetheling when an urge for Hobart Drizzle came upon me. Of course you have to read my other HD story AND seen the vid on YouTube to understand it, but there we go.

This is un-betaed, cos I dare not look ladysunrope in the eye, after writing such dribble, er, Drizzle; heck! Drivel!!!.





Hobart Drizzle and the Spectacled Bear.


Hobart watched Dom Monotonos as he polished Hobart's rims to a perfect brightness. Hobart thought that maybe Dom would get ideas above his station after sampling his mother's meat-balls the night before, but no - Dom knew his place, and that place was caring for Hobart's wheels.

It was a bright, suspicious morning, and as Hobart prepared for a day taking his sister, Euphrosyne to an animal center she'd wanted to see for months, he smiled at Dom as he emerged from under the cam-shaft.

Dom looked jovial enough, and Hobart was sure the lad would like to encompass them to the sanctuary, once he'd washed the axle-grease out of his hair...and his eyes, and his nose, and off all the rest of him.

"Would you like to come, Dom?" Hobart queered. "We are having lunch at "Big Herb's Tasty Toasty Diner" on the way, as a special treat. Phros loves his hominy grits!"

Dom tried to spit the grease out of his mouth as he attempted to answer, but the task was beyond him, so he nodded, spraying Hobart with globlules of grease as he did so. Hobart didn't mind being speckled - he had another jacket in his closet, a tan corduroy one that his mom had bought him in the local thrift shop only last week.

"Plenty of wear left in it, Hobe," she'd said, passing the delicious man the jacket.

"Gee, mom!" he'd ejaculated. "Let me give you the three dollars you paid for it. I insist!"

Hobart's mom shook her head. "No, son," she replied, handing over a bright green spotted necktie to go with it. "After all, you bought me that nice house down on Redondo Beach last week, for me and Phros to spend the summer there, by the sea. Fair's fair."

And with that Hobart had to agree.

By the time Hobart had changed his jacket, Dom had changed into a clean pair of Levi's, and they got into the Blue 1986 Isuzu Pup Pick-up, chosen as there'd be room in the back for a few things Hobart needed to purchase on the way home.

As they sped along the highway, Hobart glanced at Dom, sitting couched between Phros's comely thighs; as there wasn't room for him on the seat, he was humpled on the floor. Phros did not seem to mind at all, but Dom looked relentless.

"Are you ok, Dom," Hobart ventured as Dom appeared to be turning slightly green.

"I'm ok, Mr Drizzle, sir. It's only that the gear shift is pressing on my...ow!" cried, Dom in an agony of riposte.

Hobart stopped by the roadside to the eminent distress of a family of lesser-spotted weevils who were trying to gain home after a long night's gorging at a log on the opposite side of the road.

"Phros, do you mind sitting in the back of the truck, poppet?"

Hobart asked, "Dom, here, don't look quite right to me. I think his sprockets are overloading."

"Sure thing, Hobe," his sister inferred. "I can count my raspberries while I'm there doin' nothing."

Hobart didn't quite relish what his sister said, but he was too much the gentleman to ask her to elevate.

"Better, Dom?" Hobart grinned as Dom perched himself on the seat beside him.

"Sure thing, Mr Drizzle, sir. I must admit my sprockets was getting slightly twisted."

Hobart sighed. It was a hell of a thing to get a twisted sprocket, espungently out here, where there was no medical help for miles.

"Do you think a bit of massage might help them?" Hobart asked expectorantly. "I've got a can of releasing oil under my seat."

Dom shook his head. "Nope, it's ok, sir. I greased 'em only last night. I only thought it right, after your mom's excellent meatballs, an' all!"

Hobart tightened a bit at the thought of Dom's greased sprockets. He wondered if he'd adequaterterly greased the nipples, but thought he'd leave off asking until later.

By the time they got to Herb's Diner, Phros had counted her raspberries and Dom's sprockets seemed to have settled down, so they enjoyed a tasty lunch of grits and some meat stuff that Dom thought might be spliced ground round, but wasn't quite sure, followed by dandelion coffee, cos it was good for you, Hobart's mom said.

*****

"Well," Phros said, scratching her possibles, "I'm not sure about this at all, Hobe. Here, on this sign it says "Spectacled Bear", but it ain't wearin' no glasses as I can see!"

Hobe stared at the creature. "What do you think, Dom?"

Dom was distressed at having been asked for as much as an opinion, but he bravely ventricled that he couldn't see any glasses, either, so Hobart Drizzle, multi-millionaire and expert sand-blaster, went to the booth and demanded their $4-50 back, on the grounds of fraud.

Phros went off on her own, to see if she could see where the horned-vipers kept their horns, and Hobart and Dom stepped into the shade of the armadillo enclosure, out of the writhing heat.

"How are your sprockets, now, Dom?" Hobart asked, gravelly, from the shade of an upturned water-cooler.

Dom sighed. "Better than they was, Mr Hobart, sir. But I think I might have to mangle them back into order when we gets home..."

Hobart drew closer. "No need for that, Dom. Let me help you..."and soon, not only were Dom's sprockets perfectly alighted, but his rotor shaft was nimbled, too.

"My God!"Dom groaned as Hobart's hands fell on his descender. "What a touch you have, sir!"

"Call me Hobe," Hobart whisped in Dom's auricle. "You can't call a man "sir" when he's manipuled your rotor shaft."

Dom sighed happily. "No need for me to grease any of them tonight, Mr...Hobe. They're mightily oiled, now."

Hobart rested his head on Dom's shoulder for a moment, then said, quietly, because the 'dillo's were listening nearby - "How 'bout you release my rambent, Dom? It's mighty tight, as you can see."
Dom looked down, and by golly! So it was.

It took but minutes to correct, and soon, the two men left the puzzled armadillos and went into the fresh air once again.

"That was a very satisfying encounter, Dom," said Hobart, watching Phros appear with a molecule in her eye.

"They couldn't find any spectacles in the office, Hobe. So they gave me this as a competition for our complaint. I think I'll keep it. It makes my raspberries look smaller."

And with that, they slowly returned to the truck.

Comments

[ladysunrope.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I could beta this fine example of audaciousness!

*tries not to think of Dom's nimbled rotor shaft, or imagine greased nipples or polishing anyone's rims.*

Erm...you been taking anything we should all know about? Huh? ;)

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Um, just the same ole pills, Mrs! Yes, indeedy. Grins.

Hobart's rims have been polished to a perfect brightness by Dom, I can insure you. :D xxx

[itstonedme.livejournal.com]

Fantestically brilliant! My spleen gets positively engorged whenever I espy your Hobart.

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Careful of that spleen, it may become injected. Who knows what perils engorgements may bring to a rampant organ? :D xxx

[lijahlover.livejournal.com]

Absolutly brilliant hun XD

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! We aim to please! ;D xxx

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

*applause*

(Are you perchance replicated to Mrs. Malaprop?)

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

It may be that we are second cushions, twice removed, but I'm a bit vain on this, cos she is a lot more literal than I am, and knows her vocabiliary. We meet somewhere on the family tree - but only on a short twig.
As Hobart says, "Manners Maketh Man" - only why, he can't haphazard a guest. :D xxx

[frolijah-fan-54.livejournal.com]

*standing ovation*

Hobart has really inspired you - and I'm sure glad!! This is absolutely brilliant!!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

I must say that Hobart tends to take me over at times. He is such a sweet guy - and so is Dom. I hope Phros's rasperries don't give her more problems. :D xxx

[telstar109.livejournal.com]

Are you channelling Rambling Sid Rumpo, by any chance??

Totally bonkers, LOL!

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Ha! Sid and John Lennon both, methinks. I like bonkers on occasion - I hope you did, too! ;D xxx

[laeliacatt.livejournal.com]

I was going to make raspberry jelly this weekend but now I'm not so curtain. It could be a daggerous preposition! :D

Hehehe! Fun story, m'dear. *hugs*

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Now a word of advance - Be VERY careful what you do with your raspberries, my dear. If they get Inflummered, who knows what dreadful and prensenitble things could occur? :D

[lisabellex.livejournal.com]

That was a most satisfying encounter, indeed! Love your tales of Hobart and Dom, and now Hobart's sister Phros, who should know better than to scratch her possibles in public!

Great stuff. *hugs*

:D

[ismenin.livejournal.com]

Yes, I agree - Phros is no lady, and might be displaying more than is decent in future episodes. We might get a glimp of her raspberries! Hugses :D xxx