![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
but_can_i_be_trusted posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Contented Heart'
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Peter Tork
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Peter strolled along the street, enjoying the late fall chill.
Peter strolled along the street, enjoying the late fall chill. The sun had already set, making it an unusual thing to be going out for a walk.
But, for his plans, it was perfect.
He smiled, watching as people set about testing to make sure that their lights had been wired just right during the day, nightfall giving them a truer assessment than the sunny hours would have done. Now and then, it seemed like there was still some work to do, as homeowners took careful stock of the burned out bulbs that they'd been unable to spot a few hours earlier.
In some windows, he could see families excitedly putting up their Christmas trees. Some had the traditional green live firs, though Peter was unsurprised to spot a house here and there with a tinsel aluminum tree. Some silvery, a few pinks and blues; he even noticed one that was gold in hue.
The Christmas might not be a white one, like those he'd grown up with back east. But there was still a Christmassy coldness in the air, that warmed Peter's contented heart.
Turning, he headed back toward the Pad. Suddenly, making some hot chocolate sounded like fun.
Fandom: The Monkees
Characters: Peter Tork
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Summary: Peter strolled along the street, enjoying the late fall chill.
Peter strolled along the street, enjoying the late fall chill. The sun had already set, making it an unusual thing to be going out for a walk.
But, for his plans, it was perfect.
He smiled, watching as people set about testing to make sure that their lights had been wired just right during the day, nightfall giving them a truer assessment than the sunny hours would have done. Now and then, it seemed like there was still some work to do, as homeowners took careful stock of the burned out bulbs that they'd been unable to spot a few hours earlier.
In some windows, he could see families excitedly putting up their Christmas trees. Some had the traditional green live firs, though Peter was unsurprised to spot a house here and there with a tinsel aluminum tree. Some silvery, a few pinks and blues; he even noticed one that was gold in hue.
The Christmas might not be a white one, like those he'd grown up with back east. But there was still a Christmassy coldness in the air, that warmed Peter's contented heart.
Turning, he headed back toward the Pad. Suddenly, making some hot chocolate sounded like fun.
