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Drabble: Gunpowder

The muse is in one of it's good moods. Chapter 10 of the WIP is cracking along despite only little encouragement. (You can't make me stop haha!).

Today I have taken a break from describing Tudor manor houses badly to finish a drabble I started awhile ago, as you might be able to tell:

Gunpowder By Bogwitch
(Buffy, Guy Fawkes Night. Snippet from the Working My Way back to You universe.)

The lights arched high in the night sky, screaming towards their apex, before bursting into colourful showers of sparks, bright and ephemeral; clever neon tricks in sliver, magenta and chartreuse. The heavy, guttural hammer of the bangs thudded like Civil War cannons in the darkness, as if calling through the chilly air like ancient drums invoking primal forces.

The crowd stared upwards, enraptured by the great flowers of fire that blossomed over their heads in the gardens of the heavens. They ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ with each burst, lost in wonderment, hot dogs and muddy children forgotten.

Buffy was just cold.

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Tags: all fic, bogwitch will insist on writing, drabble
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