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fiction_drabblesTitle: Gaslight
Challenge/Prompt: #17 Night
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Summary: Dingy, yes. Unsavory, yes. But safe, safe all the same.
Author's Notes: Same girl as the last one, different day, different place.
Inside, she was safe.
The light from the gas lamps inside the restaurant was dim, and the seats were hard, but it was light enough, light compared to the seemingly unending darkness outside. A discarded soap box on the table held the salt and pepper shakers; the rest of the establishment was as oddly decorated, but she did not care.
She was safe. The night dogs, horrible trackers out of nightmarish books, couldn't enter. Their handlers could, she could deal with that. She had a gun; she had the coin to pay the owner for getting blood on his floor.
Challenge/Prompt: #17 Night
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Summary: Dingy, yes. Unsavory, yes. But safe, safe all the same.
Author's Notes: Same girl as the last one, different day, different place.
Inside, she was safe.
The light from the gas lamps inside the restaurant was dim, and the seats were hard, but it was light enough, light compared to the seemingly unending darkness outside. A discarded soap box on the table held the salt and pepper shakers; the rest of the establishment was as oddly decorated, but she did not care.
She was safe. The night dogs, horrible trackers out of nightmarish books, couldn't enter. Their handlers could, she could deal with that. She had a gun; she had the coin to pay the owner for getting blood on his floor.