Pest Control II.
Jan. 8th, 2010 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rossiThis one is dedicated to my friend Mel, who came up with the concept one night on the phone after a bottle of red wine each.
All of her pots had been polished and lined up in a neat row overnight. They shone so brightly she had to shield her eyes.
Angie sighed and headed to the fridge. Sure enough, when she picked up the milk carton, it was empty, a hole cut away into the side about half-way up and a straw inserted. She checked the bread in the bread bin; the loaf was still there, apparently untouched, but when she picked it up it was far too light and her fingers broke through the thin crust into the hollow space inside.
No doubt about it. Fridge gnomes.
Sometimes living on the edge of Faerie was a right royal pain in the arse.
All of her pots had been polished and lined up in a neat row overnight. They shone so brightly she had to shield her eyes.
Angie sighed and headed to the fridge. Sure enough, when she picked up the milk carton, it was empty, a hole cut away into the side about half-way up and a straw inserted. She checked the bread in the bread bin; the loaf was still there, apparently untouched, but when she picked it up it was far too light and her fingers broke through the thin crust into the hollow space inside.
No doubt about it. Fridge gnomes.
Sometimes living on the edge of Faerie was a right royal pain in the arse.
