Tag drabble
Willow headed out the door almost before Xander and Anya could set foot in the house. “Bye guys, have a nice evening.” She looked relieved, perky and rather happier than someone heading to a night study session on liver fluke usually should.
Dawn, her tense back to the door, waited for the last word, knowing it was coming.
Willow stuck her head back round the door and grinned at her friends. “Tag!”
And there it was. They’d taken to handing over responsibility for her aloud now. Like she was an unwanted thing; their burden.
Which, of course, was the truth.
Dawn, her tense back to the door, waited for the last word, knowing it was coming.
Willow stuck her head back round the door and grinned at her friends. “Tag!”
And there it was. They’d taken to handing over responsibility for her aloud now. Like she was an unwanted thing; their burden.
Which, of course, was the truth.