London Drabble
Actually about 144, so more like a ficlet perhaps?
Mastery (post NFA)
Spike didn’t know why he’d brought Illyria home. Not that he’d been in London for over twenty years, but it was still home to him. Maybe deep down, he was hoping she’d do some damage to William’s old stomping grounds and erase all reminders of the twit he’d been once and for all.
Or maybe he thought she’d like the palaces or some real food. Barbeque and the occasional Petri dish (he supposed) were nice, but nothing compared to the cuisine of the motherland.
She’d been fairly well behaved; nothing was dented beyond recognition yet, but her compliance was about to run out.
“Blue stop!” He yelled out as she punched the double-decker heading toward her.
She sneered as she pulled her hand away from the crumpled red bumper. “The beast will learn respect yet.”
Spike sighed. Maybe he should have started with Ireland.
Mastery (post NFA)
Spike didn’t know why he’d brought Illyria home. Not that he’d been in London for over twenty years, but it was still home to him. Maybe deep down, he was hoping she’d do some damage to William’s old stomping grounds and erase all reminders of the twit he’d been once and for all.
Or maybe he thought she’d like the palaces or some real food. Barbeque and the occasional Petri dish (he supposed) were nice, but nothing compared to the cuisine of the motherland.
She’d been fairly well behaved; nothing was dented beyond recognition yet, but her compliance was about to run out.
“Blue stop!” He yelled out as she punched the double-decker heading toward her.
She sneered as she pulled her hand away from the crumpled red bumper. “The beast will learn respect yet.”
Spike sighed. Maybe he should have started with Ireland.