Charlie Stross on Nostr: It was a chilly night in November, and the snowflakes fell silently under the glow of ...
It was a chilly night in November, and the snowflakes fell silently under the glow of the street lights in Kensington Palace Gardens.
In the shrubbery behind the house, three mugwumps were taking turns humping the emaciated corpse of a lion who had wandered in from the ghost roads the week before. It was Doc Depression's turn to clean up the trash but Doc had taken one look at it and noped right out.
The mugwumps had turned up later and now none of the Lost Boys dared the garden after sunset.
In the shrubbery behind the house, three mugwumps were taking turns humping the emaciated corpse of a lion who had wandered in from the ghost roads the week before. It was Doc Depression's turn to clean up the trash but Doc had taken one look at it and noped right out.
The mugwumps had turned up later and now none of the Lost Boys dared the garden after sunset.