Drabble: Gettin' Hip Wit It
Prompt: Dobey
Format: single drabble
Pairing: Harold/Edith (nothing explicit)
How times had changed.
Dobey lay back in his recliner watching the latest farce of a detective show, while some pretty boy coroner stuck his gloved hands into a corpse. The sound effects almost made him barf, despite knowing they were added; rotting corpses are much drier. He flicked the channel. A sitcom.
God, he missed Edith.
The cell phone sang its pretty song. He reached, pressed a few buttons, read the message. “Bring chocolates. Love you, xxx”
Her new hip must really be hurting if she’s already eaten yesterday’s.
The technology may be different, but some things never change.
Format: single drabble
Pairing: Harold/Edith (nothing explicit)
How times had changed.
Dobey lay back in his recliner watching the latest farce of a detective show, while some pretty boy coroner stuck his gloved hands into a corpse. The sound effects almost made him barf, despite knowing they were added; rotting corpses are much drier. He flicked the channel. A sitcom.
God, he missed Edith.
The cell phone sang its pretty song. He reached, pressed a few buttons, read the message. “Bring chocolates. Love you, xxx”
Her new hip must really be hurting if she’s already eaten yesterday’s.
The technology may be different, but some things never change.