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May. 3rd, 2020
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siskiou - thank you! (And even though it says Chapter One, it's complete in itself).
Having his Cake (Chapter One)
by Slantedlight
It was one of those May mornings where the sun shone, the birds sang, and because it was 6.30am on a Sunday, Doyle thought, swinging out the door to his flat, and pausing to take a breath of fresh air, you could actually hear them. He’d slept well the night before – unexpectedly alone, but at least that meant he had tonight to look forward to – and even with Cowley’s early and cryptic call to arms, he felt wide awake and cheerful, looking forward to the day ahead.
( The Capri started easily... )
siskiou - thank you! (And even though it says Chapter One, it's complete in itself).Having his Cake (Chapter One)
by Slantedlight
It was one of those May mornings where the sun shone, the birds sang, and because it was 6.30am on a Sunday, Doyle thought, swinging out the door to his flat, and pausing to take a breath of fresh air, you could actually hear them. He’d slept well the night before – unexpectedly alone, but at least that meant he had tonight to look forward to – and even with Cowley’s early and cryptic call to arms, he felt wide awake and cheerful, looking forward to the day ahead.
( The Capri started easily... )
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