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Number Nine - Whimsy/ Reality
Ray hunched his shoulders, wished for the fifteenth time that he owned an umbrella, and scowled at the freaky weather. Both he and Fraser were crammed into the dubious cover provided by the decrepit porch of the house that they had been trying to gain entry to in order to quiz the owner on the whereabouts of 1.2kg of not-exactly-cocaine. The would-be drug baron hadn’t been home and the… things… falling with the rain had caught them completely by surprise.
“How long d’you think this’ll keep up?”
Fraser cleared his throat and stared thoughtfully at the deep purple-black clouds covering the sky. “I’m afraid I really don’t know, Ray.”
“Greatness.” Ray sullenly watched the pool forming below a broken section of guttering to the left of the porch. He tried to ignore the… things.
“Well, I’ve certainly heard of the phrase ‘raining cats and dogs,’” Fraser said after a moment’s pause. “And, historically, rains of fish, frogs and even some kinds of insects are a well documented phenomenon.”
Dief whimpered in a pained fashion from somewhere under the porch steps. Ray could sympathize: his left shoulder was going to be one spectacular bruise by tonight.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Ray.” Fraser trailed off and glanced out at the front lawn, which was liberally littered with cans of sardines. “I must admit though, I’ve never heard of the rains of fish coming pre-packaged, as it were.”
Ray hunched his shoulders, wished for the fifteenth time that he owned an umbrella, and scowled at the freaky weather. Both he and Fraser were crammed into the dubious cover provided by the decrepit porch of the house that they had been trying to gain entry to in order to quiz the owner on the whereabouts of 1.2kg of not-exactly-cocaine. The would-be drug baron hadn’t been home and the… things… falling with the rain had caught them completely by surprise.
“How long d’you think this’ll keep up?”
Fraser cleared his throat and stared thoughtfully at the deep purple-black clouds covering the sky. “I’m afraid I really don’t know, Ray.”
“Greatness.” Ray sullenly watched the pool forming below a broken section of guttering to the left of the porch. He tried to ignore the… things.
“Well, I’ve certainly heard of the phrase ‘raining cats and dogs,’” Fraser said after a moment’s pause. “And, historically, rains of fish, frogs and even some kinds of insects are a well documented phenomenon.”
Dief whimpered in a pained fashion from somewhere under the porch steps. Ray could sympathize: his left shoulder was going to be one spectacular bruise by tonight.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Ray.” Fraser trailed off and glanced out at the front lawn, which was liberally littered with cans of sardines. “I must admit though, I’ve never heard of the rains of fish coming pre-packaged, as it were.”