So tell me, are there any alternate versions of my husband hanging about this place?  Given its penchant for... duplication, shall we say- well, one never knows.

Might be interesting, anyway.

Prompt: Ambiguity

‘Another thing, Mr. Saxon, I would suggest a little less ambiguity on the topic of your time at Cambridge.’

‘Oh?’ Harold Saxon raised a pointedly polite eyebrow, cocking his head at the section of text Lucy was indicating with one red-nailed finger. She smiled, easily playing along.

‘People love a school story, Mr. Saxon. Adolescent ( Read more... )

Grinning hugely, Lucy snapped her laptop shut, letting herself fall back on the pillows of the couch, laughing giddily. There was no-one else in the flat, after all, so why not? A moment passed, and then she pushed herself up, spinning over to where her mp3 player sat sleek and black in its base- highest quality speakers on the market, those. ( Read more... )

Lucy's mouth aches from holding back her smiles as she leans on the doorjamb to the sitting room, watching Harry fiddle with the back of the television set with something that certainly wouldn't be found in an ordinary toolkit.  He's so absorbed in what he's doing that he doesn't seem to notice her at all, and despite the news she has to impart, ( Read more... )