The Professionals Circuit Archive - The Flying Pigeon       The Flying
Pigeon

 

by Callisto 

 
 *Written for the Bonfire Night drabble challenge for "Discovered in the
Fallen Leaves" on the discoveredinalj livejournal community to the prompt
"setpiece."*


 "You never."

 "Certainly did. Last one in the shop'n all. I had to elbow someone out
the way for this."

 He rattled a flat box which Doyle squinted to read. Too late. Never one
to be thwarted in his enthusiasms, Bodie had the box opened and spilled
out onto the kitchen table in the time it took Doyle to shake his head and
tut loudly.

 Bodie bent to his task and ignored him.

 "Piece of cake, sunshine, put this little lot together and we'll be
lighting up the Dulwich skies in no time."

 "Lighting up your eyebrows in no time, more like. I'm having nothing to
do with it."

 "Ah, don't be like that, it'll be fun. Find us the instructions, there's
a good lad."

 "Oh, certainly, sir. Heaven forbid sir should look for himself."

 Doyle got his hip bumped for that, but he nevertheless rummaged in the
bottom of the box until he found a piece of paper, which he dutifully
unfolded, read, and then bit his lip hard to keep from laughing at.



 A heart-pounding twenty minutes later, Bodie had carpet burns on his bum,
stars in his eyes, and a semi-naked Doyle plastered to his chest.
Literally.

 "Not that I'm not grateful or anything, sunshine, but what," he heaved in
a breath, clutching Doyle to him for balance as much as anything, "the
bloody hell was that?"

 Doyle reached out to snag that piece of paper, which had fluttered to the
floor just before he'd pounced. He raised his head enough to grin.

 "That, mate, was me following directions for once. Here."

 And sure enough there it was, in black and white:

 "A super setpiece full of drama and humour. Flies a long way if correctly
erected. Follow the set up instructions carefully."

 -- THE END --

 *November 2007*

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