Open On Sunday - Bake Drabble
Dec. 10th, 2008 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garnigalChildren played in the street, singing nursery rhymes and screaming with laughter. The bright sun warmed their pale, thin bodies and made them look innocent and waifish rather than poor and disease-ridden.
The sun protected them.
But eventually the sun faded. Night fell. And darkness fell among them.
One by one, the laughing voices were silenced and the sun seemed like it might never return.
“I must have four and twenty, Spike! Just like in the song they sang. Four and twenty little birds in a pie for me!”
“Whatever my princess wishes.” Humming, he slipped out into the dark.
The sun protected them.
But eventually the sun faded. Night fell. And darkness fell among them.
One by one, the laughing voices were silenced and the sun seemed like it might never return.
“I must have four and twenty, Spike! Just like in the song they sang. Four and twenty little birds in a pie for me!”
“Whatever my princess wishes.” Humming, he slipped out into the dark.
