February 11th, 2008



Dawn heard a shriek, a thump and the clatter of fortunately unbreakable cups from the kitchen and found Spike nursing a fat lip, while Rachel cleaned coffee from the floor.

"It nearly ran up my leg." Spike checked the floor carefully in case the rat was laying in wait. "Where'd it go?"

"I don't know. How many places could it hide?"

Dawn shook her head. "Rachel, have a chat with your demons, please." She had a sneaking suspicion this was related to a celebratory barbecue and kept wondering how the Retjulls had snuck a pig into the kitchen last year.


open_on_sundaychallenge #254: fat
open_on_sundaychallenge #255: rat
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse