Hawke's Contentment – A drabble
A:N – So I had this little snippet of a scene in my head and I couldn't get rid of it so I decided to try it as a drabble. I was going for 200 words but went just a tad over…hope you don't mind
Wearing his favorite pair of blue jeans and and an Irish wool sweater, Stringfellow Hawke walked out onto the front porch of his cabin; his hands wrapped around a warm mug of coffee and his intense blue eyes staring out over Eagle Lake as the sun kissed the sparkling water good morning. Taking a sip of the steaming brew, he took a seat on the top step and glanced up as he heard the cry of an eagle and watched as it swooped majestically down towards the water on the hunt for its own breakfast. Behind him, he could hear the soft strains of Haydn's Cello Concerto in C Major coming from his stereo just inside the open doorway of the cabin while to his right he could smell the scent of fresh pine that wafted in on the breeze from the dew-soaked tree line that bordered the cabin. From the other side of the cabin Tet, Hawke's bluetick hound, came strolling in from his ritual morning excursion and laid lazily on the step just below Hawke's bare feet. But only when she came out and sat down next to him, dressed in nothing more than the very shirt he had worn the previous evening and with her mussed red hair and flushed, freckled cheeks, did he realize the meaning of true contentment.
The End.