drabble: Feeding The Ducks

Mar 16, 2009 11:03


Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Not really pair-centric, but Aziraphale/Crowley if you hunch over and squint a bit.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400

Summary:
Aziraphale tries and fails at the world's simplest task.


Feeding the Ducks

Sploosh.

“Bugger.”

Aziraphale stares at the oversized chunk of crusty bread floating - well, half-drowning really - a few feet out from where he stands on the shore of the lake.

Hyde Park is sweet-smelling and the sun is more than just out but positively beaming down upon the Earth. The people in the park seem happy. So did the ducks.

Until Aziraphale tried to feed them.

Now he finds himself rapidly running out of bread, having done nothing more than scare the eight ducks (who thought they were under some form of missile assault) and splash a little girl.

He has been standing in the same spot for over 30 minutes, which should not feel like long time for those who are immortal. But today those 30 minutes might as well have been 300 years.

Aziraphale sighs. The latest glob of bread has bobbed towards the other five pieces, all of which share a crust that seems to be resolutely resisting the soggy-making effects of the water.

He knows he doesn’t always get things right, but feeding ducks seemed like such a simple thing to do.

"You take the bread, you throw it in the water, job done," Crowley had instructed, not even looking up from his magazine. And Aziraphale had thought, I can do that.

Apparently, such thoughts were not to be trusted.

Perhaps Crowley hexed my bread, he thinks now. Yes, that was it. Last night, between the wine and the groping and the general distracting, Crowley had managed to hex his bread.

Bread that he had bought this morning.

On his way to the park.

“Bugger,” he says again.

The ducks, for their part, are silent.

drabble: good omens

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