**My Ivan, he challenged me to double drabble. So inspired by him, here’s 200 words. Enjoy**
The house was silent, which fit his morose mood. It had been a bad day of epic proportions, proceeded by several bad weeks. Murphy’s Law was hard at work. His luck had to change soon. He had been trying so hard to do the right thing, the good thing, and everything he touched seemed to backfire. He pulled off his tie and threw it with vehemence across the room. With a heavy sigh, he sat on the couch. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and rubbed hard.
The soft strains of music reached his ears. It took Christopher a minute to realize something was playing. He sat up straighter, straining to hear. Gradually the volume rose, until he could make out the chords. Instantly, his eyes welled up and he closed them tightly to savor the lyrics. The tears leaked out, tracking down his cheeks. A soft touch on his face had him leaning in. He knew who it was, and he knew why his boyfriend had chosen this song. Christopher curled into John’s arms and let Art Garfunkel’s voice wash over him, knowing he was cared for and he didn’t have to face this alone.