Good Omens drabble
It was a dark and stormy night, in as much as it was early afternoon and had been drizzling since breakfast. Any other day, none of the precipitate would have touched Crowley but such trivialities did not concern him as he ran through Oxford Circus.
No one got in his way.
And when he arrived at the bookshop, his unblinking eyes clouded with nothing so crass as tears, the new proprietor sat him down and offered him a nice cup of tea before reminding him that Mr Ziraphale had left last month and no, there was still no forwarding address.
No one got in his way.
And when he arrived at the bookshop, his unblinking eyes clouded with nothing so crass as tears, the new proprietor sat him down and offered him a nice cup of tea before reminding him that Mr Ziraphale had left last month and no, there was still no forwarding address.