Challenge 19: Holiday Prompt Lottery

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[nothfan]

Fandom: Discworld
Characters/Pairing(s): Susan, Death and Albert
Rating: For all
Word Count: 429
Words/Prompts Used: Sled

Susan sto-Helit watched Albert as he tended his vegetable patch, like everything else in Deaths domaine hues of black and purple. Susan huffed, “why do you bother with all this?” She gestured, taking in the rows of carrots and cabbages, “it has no substance?”

Albert straitened up and leaned on his hoe, “he made it for me and I tend it to humour him. And a little exercise keeps this old body in shape.” He said with a grin.

Susan chose not to comment on that and changed the subject, “grandfather invited me to supper, what is on the menu?”

“Stew or my signature fry up?” Albert added hopefully.
Susan shuddered at the thought of the old mans fry-up, signature dish was a gross misrepresentation. Well the gross part was apt.

“Stew.” Susan added firmly and ignored the old mans crestfallen look.
“Well I better go do come cooking, the master will be back from the duty soon.” Albert said.

Some time later Death did indeed return from completing the evenings duty. Death dismounted from his horse. Binky was a fine white stallion, the only touch of lightness in the surrounding black and purple of the realm that Death had created. Binky’s silver saddle shone in the moonlight, well it would have if there had been any. Death’s creative talents stopped at shades of black and purple.

Susan came out to meet her grandfather and gave Binky a pat and a sugar lump.
“A productive duty?” She inquired politely.
INDEED
“It’s stew for dinner.”
WONDERFUL
Susan always found it difficult to get passed small talk with her grandfather, it was as if they had a great deal in common. Well her occasional use of “the voice” being the exception.
I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU SUSAN
“That’s nice, very kind grandfather.” Susan replied dutifully.

Death turned back to Binky and retrieved the promised gift.
Susan starred at the wooden sled and watched as her grandfather set it down at her feet.
“We don’t have any snow.” She said practically.
Death pointed a finger and the firmament shimmered and when Susan looked behind her the required snow slope had appeared. Black of course.

I THOUGHT WE MIGHT GO SLEDDING AFTER DINNER

Must we? Susan asked.
I THINK SO
Very well Grandfather, if you insist.

Susan accompanied Binky and Death to the stables, curiosity got the better of of her,
“Where did you get the sled Grandfather?”
SOMEONE AT THE UNSEEN UNIVERSITY THOUGH IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GO SLEDDING DOWN A DORMANT VOLCANO. HE WAS WRONG.

“Ah.” Susan said.