LJI S9.2, The Missing Stair

[muchtooarrogant]

When the yelling started from down stairs, I curled away from the noise, holding the book like a protective shield in front of my face. The individual words were mercifully indistinct at this distance, but the pitch and timbre clearly communicated the underlying anger of both parents. I checked my mental calendar and sighed. Yes, it was the last

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[kickthehobbit]

...daaaaaaaaaaaaang, now I want to know where she went!

[muchtooarrogant]

Ah good, then perhaps I did something right. :) This was written after midnight for the most part, simply because I couldn't squeeze writing time in anywhere else.

Hope you liked, and thanks for the comment.

Dan

[kickthehobbit]

I did like it, rather a lot. :D I don't generally want to know more about stories I didn't enjoy. ;)

[muchtooarrogant]

Yeah yeah, fuss/pick. I is trying to be sure I thank every last person for reading my crap. *grin*

Dan

[kickthehobbit]

well, getting a little extra praise is always nice, too. ;)