Monday, November 26, 2007

Breakdown


Jasfoup frowned as Harold thumped on the steering while and swore. Despite his protestations, the van ground to a halt in the centre of the carriageway, causing the traffic around them to honk in annoyance and derision.

“What’s wrong?” the demon asked.

“All the power’s gone,” said Harold. “We need a garage.”

“Pass me your phone.”

“There’s no signal available. 999 only.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jasfoup made a quick call and within moments a cacodemon appeared, picking up the whole van and awaiting instruction. Harold guided it to the manor.

“How did you arrange that?” he asked.

Jasfoup shrugged. “Emergency transmission.”

1 comment:

liz fenwick said...

You always make me smile :-)

It's your shout for coffee the next two weeks. Is that still okay with you?

cheers
liz