Saturday, October 19, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 160.06

Dill would have given his right arm to know what Frederick was referring to, especially as he could just reattach it afterwards with no ill effect. He closed the drawer full of gadgets no-one could ever remember buying (often from Betterware magazines) and opened one full of cooking implements. He selected a stainless steel fishslice and hefted it thoughtfully. “This should do the trick.”

Frederick looked up. “Really? I thought you wanted a–” He copied Dill's hand motion perfectly.

“I did, but this'll do.” Dill gave him a mock salute with the implement and returned to the study. He stood in front of the monitor once again, raising the fish slice to his temple in a Delia Smith version of Russian roulette.

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