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fredbassettTitle : Nothing Quite Like It
Author : fredbassett
Original Fic : Otherworld Investigations Series
Rating : 15
Characters : Briana Wakelin, Sergeant Dave North
Copyright Notice : These characters are mine, all mine.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the original fic challenge, Wild Card. I chose the prompt The Beast Below.
A/N : I am aiming to write a series of drabbles or ficlets set in my original fic ‘verse for weekly prompts. I’m trying for ficlets this month to see if I can extend my word count in this ‘verse a bit.
I stared down at the body huddled in the doorway of Costa Coffee.
Under the yellow glow of the streetlamps I could see that the man’s face was weather-beaten and encrusted with dirt, but the pallor of death was unmistakeable. He was dressed in an old coat that might once have been green, drawn around his waist with a length of string. His trousers were dark brown and there were holes in the soles of his shoes.
I shivered and not just because it was midnight and spring was still some weeks off.
There was a stink in the air as though someone had dropped a whole box full of rotten eggs on top of the corpse of a decomposing fox, and it wasn’t coming from the body lying on top of the cardboard boxes he’d been using as some insulation from the cold. It was pretty obvious why I’d been called, but there were times when I wished the police would spread the joy of scenes like this a bit more widely around my colleagues in the Guild.
“You’re looking for a demon,” I said, telling Sergeant Dave North what he already knew. There was nothing else that would account for that smell unless there really was a box of broken rotten eggs sitting on top of a long-dead fox somewhere very close at hand, and if there had been, I would have expected the police to have noticed it before deciding to call me out.
“Can you track it?”
I shrugged. “Probably.” He already knew I could, which is why he’d insisted on dragging me out of my nice warm bed.
There were times when I really wished I’d specialised in something like crystals or feng shui.
If I had done, I would have had fewer broken nights.
Author : fredbassett
Original Fic : Otherworld Investigations Series
Rating : 15
Characters : Briana Wakelin, Sergeant Dave North
Copyright Notice : These characters are mine, all mine.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the original fic challenge, Wild Card. I chose the prompt The Beast Below.
A/N : I am aiming to write a series of drabbles or ficlets set in my original fic ‘verse for weekly prompts. I’m trying for ficlets this month to see if I can extend my word count in this ‘verse a bit.
I stared down at the body huddled in the doorway of Costa Coffee.
Under the yellow glow of the streetlamps I could see that the man’s face was weather-beaten and encrusted with dirt, but the pallor of death was unmistakeable. He was dressed in an old coat that might once have been green, drawn around his waist with a length of string. His trousers were dark brown and there were holes in the soles of his shoes.
I shivered and not just because it was midnight and spring was still some weeks off.
There was a stink in the air as though someone had dropped a whole box full of rotten eggs on top of the corpse of a decomposing fox, and it wasn’t coming from the body lying on top of the cardboard boxes he’d been using as some insulation from the cold. It was pretty obvious why I’d been called, but there were times when I wished the police would spread the joy of scenes like this a bit more widely around my colleagues in the Guild.
“You’re looking for a demon,” I said, telling Sergeant Dave North what he already knew. There was nothing else that would account for that smell unless there really was a box of broken rotten eggs sitting on top of a long-dead fox somewhere very close at hand, and if there had been, I would have expected the police to have noticed it before deciding to call me out.
“Can you track it?”
I shrugged. “Probably.” He already knew I could, which is why he’d insisted on dragging me out of my nice warm bed.
There were times when I really wished I’d specialised in something like crystals or feng shui.
If I had done, I would have had fewer broken nights.
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Date: 2011-03-06 09:19 pm (UTC)I can't believe I missed this.
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Date: 2011-05-06 09:51 pm (UTC)If I had done, I would have had fewer broken nights.//
But not nearly as much fun *g*
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