BONUS Drabble Challenge

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An extra drabble challenge for you this week

Halloween, the supernatural and things that go bump in the night

 

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Drabble: Ninepins and Whatnot

“Sleepy Hollow, eh?”
“Yes, sir, the site of Washington Irving’s tale.”
“Ah, chap wrote about the ninepins.”
“Yes, sir, the story of Rip Van Winkle.”
“I thought you said Washington Irving.”
“Yes sir.”
“Then who is ripping Winkles?”
“He is a character, sir…”
“I should imagine so, Jeeves.”
“Indeed, sir.”
“And this graveyard is where he played ninepins?”
“No, sir, it is where the headless horseman rides again.”
“Without his head?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Whatsit?”
“I believe he is looking for a new one, sir.”
“A new head?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let us return to New York before dark.”
“Very good, sir.”

[krisreinke.livejournal.com]

(Sorry - could not do 100 words - this is 1000. )

(I need a title for this. )

(Vague hint of RPF - but only a little around the edges. You may enjoy or ignore as suits.)



“Mr. Fry. So sorry to hear about the accident to your house.” The real estate agent, a firm looking woman in a dark suit, waited until her visitor entered the elevator before closing the gate and starting up. “Fortunately?”

Her tone had edged into what a less charitable man might call arch. (And when had he even been charitable? Snarky, yes. Conformable? Not so much.)

“We do have one possible apartment for you here in Berkley Mansions,” She continued. “Convenient location, excellent floor plan, and you can see it comes furnished. A requirement of the building owner’s estate “

She passed over a thin binder. It was the usual manila folder, different only by a hint of unexpected age that slightly softened the corners. Several Polaroids, also showing their age, slid from the pack.

The interior had an early-century look, broken here and there by the addition of modern necessities like television and computer. The feel was rather history via a television studio. Overall? It was not to his taste, not exactly, but it was vastly better than anticipated.

Short term housing in London ran between the expensive and the excruciating, and often managed to be both at once. He’s spent two nights in hotel while the plumbers dealt with the aftermath of his own exploded water main, and, as they were rather canny when it came to a firm estimate as to just when the repairs would be finished?

So here he was, homeless in the winds of a London October. Not at all fun.

He - if honest- would have called it more shock than surprise when the senior partner of the rental firm had stopped, questioned him about his tie (a tasteful navy and gray) his suit (the good interview suit – he was calling for favors) and then asked him to ‘wait just a bit’ as said senior partner would ‘find someone to show you our special apartment.”

He has wondered if they were going to end up in some gabion rave area of Soho. (With an unuttered curse on judgmental arseholes of the older generation). Instead? This middle-aged woman had hustled him down here to one of London’s nicer squares. The building had proved one of the well-maintained survivors of the War, the doorman had been as well tailored as he had been deferential. The entrance and elevator were unstylish but comfortable, not at all the shabby lobby of an apartment/hotel block.

“This is not a place I could offer to just anyone. The gentleman in charge has very strict standards. Still?” She gave him the sort of up-and-down that – in a younger and perhaps straighter woman – might be called lecherous. “I do believe you will be approved.”

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DRABBLE: What Else Is A Wooster To Do When Whatsits Go Bump In The Bally Night?

Jeeves woke after midnight to the tapping on his hotel room door, surprised at a wide-eyed, wild-haired, trembling Wooster on the other side.

In bare feet and an inside-out dressing gown, Bertie tried to explain why he was there, teeth chattering with cold or fear—possibly both.

Jeeves put a concerned hand to Bertie’s tense shoulder just as a barely-audible ululating moan echoed up the stairwell from the darkness, but it was the pale shape forming in mid-air behind Bertie that decided Jeeves on the instant.

Morning found them still huddled beneath the duvet, sound asleep in each other’s arms.