It happened in the blink of an eye. One minute he and Bodie had each been reaching out to hold the fence down, ready to leap over and continue pursuit, the next...
... the next, what the hell?
Because the next they were standing, each at one end, on the frost-covered barbed wire, and even Carrie Mulligan's fast-receding back was a hundred times bigger than they were.
Because they were...
"Oh, fucking hell," Bodie said.
Because they were both standing on the barbed wire, barely a couple of inches tall, and... yeah, alright, and...
And they were barely a couple of inches tall!
On the bright side, that meant the barbed wire was the width of a decent-sized plank, and weirdly enough the frost was making it sticky rather than slippery to stand on. Doyle turned to look down - the ground was a skyscraper's fall away, and he was good at heights, had never had a problem with heights in his life, but... he stretched his arms out for balance, just in case.
"Ray?" Bodie was making his careful way along the wire towards him, and Doyle didn't miss that he had his own hands splayed by his side, ready to reach out and grab... nothing. Nothing for them to grab.
"Yeah," he said. "Alright?"
Bodie'd reached a barbed wire spike that pronged aggressively into the chilly winter morning, was eyeing it unhappily. "Not bad," he said, wrapping both arms around its tip, knocking off shards of frost as he did so, and swinging himself around to the other side. Nearer Doyle. "That witch Mulligan's chucked a shrink-spell at us, mind."
"A shrink spell," he said, because he wasn't going to ask, because this was just a bad dream, because it had to be. He'd been knocked out by something, that's all. Tripped and hit the fence pole, Bodie'd never let him hear the end of it.
Bodie answered him anyway. "I should've remembered - that branch of the Mulligans were always witches. Came across 'em in Belfast. Searg. gave us charms against 'em." He waved his hands at Doyle, shooing him further along the wire.
Doyle took a breath, then shook his head and just obeyed because it was easier. They'd get to the relative safety of the fence pole, and maybe by then he'd be coming to, waking up.
Because there were no such thing as witches, and Bodie didn't believe in witches any more than he did, and... he stepped carefully, concentrating more than he needed to, and definitely not thinking about the fact that Bodie wouldn't walk under a ladder if he could help it, wouldn't go with him to talk to Djambe Pete, and threw spilled salt over his shoulder every time he saw some.
Because they couldn't possibly have been spelled by a witch into being two inches tall.
Heee - I'm so glad you like it! I meant to comment first and say I love your winter-y pic, but then I read tinturtle's comment, and it just sounded fun. I think there might be more of the story to come, too... *vbg*
Thank you so much for your lovely pic - happy winter to you too!
(PS - you can use gobsmacked for good or bad or just generally unexpected things... really anything you weren't expecting. *g*)
fascinating picture, and the unexpected story was the icing on the cake (or frost on the barbed wire, if you prefer), though I hope we'll have a satisfactory ending to it...
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Date: 2025-12-28 10:18 am (UTC)Great image! :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 12:01 pm (UTC)Thank you :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 10:54 am (UTC)What a lovely.piece.
thankyou.
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Date: 2025-12-28 12:02 pm (UTC)Thank you :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 11:00 am (UTC)Tiny Lads! I want to read the fic where the Lads get shrunk.
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Date: 2025-12-28 12:03 pm (UTC)Really ? Would they like it ? You make me think about it ....
Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 12:03 pm (UTC)... the next, what the hell?
Because the next they were standing, each at one end, on the frost-covered barbed wire, and even Carrie Mulligan's fast-receding back was a hundred times bigger than they were.
Because they were...
"Oh, fucking hell," Bodie said.
Because they were both standing on the barbed wire, barely a couple of inches tall, and... yeah, alright, and...
And they were barely a couple of inches tall!
On the bright side, that meant the barbed wire was the width of a decent-sized plank, and weirdly enough the frost was making it sticky rather than slippery to stand on. Doyle turned to look down - the ground was a skyscraper's fall away, and he was good at heights, had never had a problem with heights in his life, but... he stretched his arms out for balance, just in case.
"Ray?" Bodie was making his careful way along the wire towards him, and Doyle didn't miss that he had his own hands splayed by his side, ready to reach out and grab... nothing. Nothing for them to grab.
"Yeah," he said. "Alright?"
Bodie'd reached a barbed wire spike that pronged aggressively into the chilly winter morning, was eyeing it unhappily. "Not bad," he said, wrapping both arms around its tip, knocking off shards of frost as he did so, and swinging himself around to the other side. Nearer Doyle. "That witch Mulligan's chucked a shrink-spell at us, mind."
"A shrink spell," he said, because he wasn't going to ask, because this was just a bad dream, because it had to be. He'd been knocked out by something, that's all. Tripped and hit the fence pole, Bodie'd never let him hear the end of it.
Bodie answered him anyway. "I should've remembered - that branch of the Mulligans were always witches. Came across 'em in Belfast. Searg. gave us charms against 'em." He waved his hands at Doyle, shooing him further along the wire.
Doyle took a breath, then shook his head and just obeyed because it was easier. They'd get to the relative safety of the fence pole, and maybe by then he'd be coming to, waking up.
Because there were no such thing as witches, and Bodie didn't believe in witches any more than he did, and... he stepped carefully, concentrating more than he needed to, and definitely not thinking about the fact that Bodie wouldn't walk under a ladder if he could help it, wouldn't go with him to talk to Djambe Pete, and threw spilled salt over his shoulder every time he saw some.
Because they couldn't possibly have been spelled by a witch into being two inches tall.
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 12:15 pm (UTC)I am gobsmacked — in a positive way, in case I used this adjective in a wrong meaning.
Getting a story in a blink, a marvellous one, is witchcraft *g*
Thank you so much.
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 12:17 pm (UTC)Am I allowed to make a new entriy with your story below this picture ?
Anyone should be able to read it.
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 04:04 pm (UTC)I've posted it to AO3 in case I write more chapters too, so if you want to include that link you could... https://archiveofourown.org/works/76585601
So... may I include your picture on my AO3 post, with credit to you, and for inspiring the story with
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 04:24 pm (UTC)I've already edited the entry and mentioned your story in the comments.
I'll put the link there too.
Yes, feel free including the picture *g*
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 06:05 pm (UTC)RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 12:20 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your lovely pic - happy winter to you too!
(PS - you can use gobsmacked for good or bad or just generally unexpected things... really anything you weren't expecting. *g*)
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 12:42 pm (UTC)I like it too!
I always enjoy it when you're kissed by the Pros muse! ;-)
RE: Old Dog with New Spell by Slantedlight
Date: 2025-12-28 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-12-28 11:08 pm (UTC)Hooray! I didn’t expect to have my wish granted. :)
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Date: 2025-12-28 11:30 am (UTC)Hehe! You made me smile. :-)
Great job!
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Date: 2025-12-28 12:04 pm (UTC)Thank you.
Getting people to smile is always a good thing :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 12:34 pm (UTC)It is! :-)
Damn! I miss my professional pack icons!
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Date: 2025-12-28 01:45 pm (UTC)Aw, look at them perched so carefully on that frosty backdrop! Nicely done!
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Date: 2025-12-28 04:14 pm (UTC)Thank you :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 06:19 pm (UTC)Wow, a delightful picture, then a delightful story as well.... you'd think today was Christmas. Thank you. Thank you!
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Date: 2025-12-28 08:06 pm (UTC)Thank you and thanks to Tinturtle :-)
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Date: 2025-12-28 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-12-28 08:16 pm (UTC)Thank you :-) It's really nice getting a story to a picture.
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Date: 2025-12-28 08:57 pm (UTC)That looks like they're having fun. I think being tiny might have its advantages.
And thank you for including the story, I might have missed it otherwise.
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Date: 2025-12-29 07:36 am (UTC)Yes, the story need to be mentioned.
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Date: 2025-12-29 12:00 am (UTC)This is so cool! I love it. Good job with the lads here.
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Date: 2025-12-29 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-12-29 11:43 pm (UTC)and Slantedlight's story is a perfect fit.
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Date: 2025-12-30 05:33 pm (UTC)