Charloft 100 drabbles 26-32: the requests post
Ages ago, rude_not_ginger asked for Harry and Martha fight crime. Although I don't think either of these were quite what she meant...
79. Author's Choice
"Down," Martha called.
Harry ducked, wondering if he shouldn't be the one giving the orders and, more importantly, what Martha had seen that he hadn't.
Three shots from the tranquilliser gun followed her shout and Harry made a mental note to practise their shooting. They didn't have many darts to waste.
"What is it?" he asked, when she stopped shooting and started running, and he stood and followed.
"I don't know." She frowned. "But it took these." She passed him a handful of wallets and purses.
Harry sighed. "I do wish aliens would stick to invading and not petty theft."
80. Author's Choice
There was a ring of dust on the stand where the television used to be. Having been brought up with the idea of cleanliness (and someone else doing the dusting), Harry shook his head at the sight. It wasn't the only thing missing. When he and Martha compared notes they found that everything of value had been taken. Their list included electronics, jewellery and, for some reason they couldn't explain, all the clocks in the house.
He sighed. Shape-shifting aliens were a big enough problem, but ones that turned to burglary, rather than good old-fashioned alien invasions were another matter.
A discussion with savagestime led to the idea of writing Sarah is Harry's pimp. Since there are multiple definitions of this word, I wrote more than one drabble for this.
46. Humility
where pimp = to advertise
There was some things Harry would rather have never seen. This was most definitely one of them.
"Harry's great," Sarah was saying to a woman Harry couldn't quite see. "He won't let you do anything that requires strength, like opening doors or pulling out your own chair at dinner. He'll even order for you, you don't have to do a thing."
He couldn't take any more - he came out of his hiding place and have her a look. The other woman sensibly ran away. "If you don't want to go to dinner with me, you just have to say."
6. Pride
pimp as in Pimp my Ride
Harry sat as still as possible. He didn't trust Sarah with anything sharp in her hands, especially when the scissors were in the vicinity of his head.
"Now if we just cut it shorter it won't be so curly."
Harry whimpered.
"And then I think some white and blue nail varnish to go with your uniform."
Harry's eyes widened. "I'll let you cut my hair if you don't touch my nails," he offered.
"What a fuss you're making. Anyone would think you don't want a girlfriend."
Frankly, if it meant having to submit to this, he'd rather be a monk.
8. Greed
pimp as in 'looks after' a prostitute
Harry made it back in the early hours of the morning, worn out. Sarah stopped him at the foot of the stairs, holding her hand out. He sighed, dug his hand into his pocket and passed her over the money he'd made. She counted it and passed him back what couldn't even be half of it.
"That's not good enough. I'll get you some tighter trousers."
He was too tired to argue and he knew it wouldn't do him any good anyway. So he just said, "Yes, mistress," and hoped the money would keep her away so he could sleep.
I forget how it came about now, but a discussion with sarahs_attic led to the idea of writing about Harry and bunnies
56. Picture of crossroads in a forest
There was something wrong about this forest. Harry didn't know what, seeing as it was largely empty. He put it down to over-imagination and carried on walking. The thumping footsteps grew louder, but when he stopped they did too, and he couldn't see anything behind him. His only hope was to sneak up on whoever it was. So he veered off the path and ran around a tree. He froze to the spot when he saw what was stalking him. It was a giant white rabbit in a waistcoat. When it bared its teeth, all Harry could do was run.
16. Patience
Harry kept very still, not wanting to spook the rabbit. It appeared to sniff the air. Or did its nose always do that? He hadn't much experience with rabbits.
It hopped a little closer. Harry's legs were starting to ache, but it was so close, he couldn't move now.
At last, a few more hops and Harry got it by the scruff of its neck. Once he'd taken it outside where it belonged, he could speak without singing again. He breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't believed his assistant at first, but it really had been caused by bunnies.
79. Author's Choice
"Down," Martha called.
Harry ducked, wondering if he shouldn't be the one giving the orders and, more importantly, what Martha had seen that he hadn't.
Three shots from the tranquilliser gun followed her shout and Harry made a mental note to practise their shooting. They didn't have many darts to waste.
"What is it?" he asked, when she stopped shooting and started running, and he stood and followed.
"I don't know." She frowned. "But it took these." She passed him a handful of wallets and purses.
Harry sighed. "I do wish aliens would stick to invading and not petty theft."
80. Author's Choice
There was a ring of dust on the stand where the television used to be. Having been brought up with the idea of cleanliness (and someone else doing the dusting), Harry shook his head at the sight. It wasn't the only thing missing. When he and Martha compared notes they found that everything of value had been taken. Their list included electronics, jewellery and, for some reason they couldn't explain, all the clocks in the house.
He sighed. Shape-shifting aliens were a big enough problem, but ones that turned to burglary, rather than good old-fashioned alien invasions were another matter.
A discussion with savagestime led to the idea of writing Sarah is Harry's pimp. Since there are multiple definitions of this word, I wrote more than one drabble for this.
46. Humility
where pimp = to advertise
There was some things Harry would rather have never seen. This was most definitely one of them.
"Harry's great," Sarah was saying to a woman Harry couldn't quite see. "He won't let you do anything that requires strength, like opening doors or pulling out your own chair at dinner. He'll even order for you, you don't have to do a thing."
He couldn't take any more - he came out of his hiding place and have her a look. The other woman sensibly ran away. "If you don't want to go to dinner with me, you just have to say."
6. Pride
pimp as in Pimp my Ride
Harry sat as still as possible. He didn't trust Sarah with anything sharp in her hands, especially when the scissors were in the vicinity of his head.
"Now if we just cut it shorter it won't be so curly."
Harry whimpered.
"And then I think some white and blue nail varnish to go with your uniform."
Harry's eyes widened. "I'll let you cut my hair if you don't touch my nails," he offered.
"What a fuss you're making. Anyone would think you don't want a girlfriend."
Frankly, if it meant having to submit to this, he'd rather be a monk.
8. Greed
pimp as in 'looks after' a prostitute
Harry made it back in the early hours of the morning, worn out. Sarah stopped him at the foot of the stairs, holding her hand out. He sighed, dug his hand into his pocket and passed her over the money he'd made. She counted it and passed him back what couldn't even be half of it.
"That's not good enough. I'll get you some tighter trousers."
He was too tired to argue and he knew it wouldn't do him any good anyway. So he just said, "Yes, mistress," and hoped the money would keep her away so he could sleep.
I forget how it came about now, but a discussion with sarahs_attic led to the idea of writing about Harry and bunnies
56. Picture of crossroads in a forest
There was something wrong about this forest. Harry didn't know what, seeing as it was largely empty. He put it down to over-imagination and carried on walking. The thumping footsteps grew louder, but when he stopped they did too, and he couldn't see anything behind him. His only hope was to sneak up on whoever it was. So he veered off the path and ran around a tree. He froze to the spot when he saw what was stalking him. It was a giant white rabbit in a waistcoat. When it bared its teeth, all Harry could do was run.
16. Patience
Harry kept very still, not wanting to spook the rabbit. It appeared to sniff the air. Or did its nose always do that? He hadn't much experience with rabbits.
It hopped a little closer. Harry's legs were starting to ache, but it was so close, he couldn't move now.
At last, a few more hops and Harry got it by the scruff of its neck. Once he'd taken it outside where it belonged, he could speak without singing again. He breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't believed his assistant at first, but it really had been caused by bunnies.