Challenge 759 - Lost in the post
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m_findlowTitle: Lost in the post
Character: Gwen, Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 759 - Mail at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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tw100Summary: Gwen sometimes takes Rhys too seriously. A double drabble.
Gwen was still rushing around the flat, carrying her toast with her everywhere she went as Rhys slowly trundled to the door with his own slice of marmite, slippered feet dragging across the carpet. He stopped at the door, looked down and then frowned, before heading back down the hall.
‘No post again today,’ he said, watching Gwen search frantically for a missing boot, which he spotted under the sofa cushion. ‘That’s a week we haven’t had any mail. Pretty sure we should’ve had an electricity bill by now,’ he said, pointing at Gwen’s face, then indicating a spot just to the left of her upper lip, where Gwen was now sporting a splodge of raspberry jam. He took a bite of his own toast and chewed it thoughtfully, then swallowed it. ‘Maybe it’s aliens abducting our post, eh? Tell you what, if they don't mind paying the bills, they can have them.’
Gwen finished tugging on her now located boot, frowned back at him, then picked her mobile from her pocket. ‘Tosh? Yeah, sorry to get you so early, but could you check the area around my flat for any recent rift activity?’
‘I was only joking, Gwen love.’
Gwen was still rushing around the flat, carrying her toast with her everywhere she went as Rhys slowly trundled to the door with his own slice of marmite, slippered feet dragging across the carpet. He stopped at the door, looked down and then frowned, before heading back down the hall.
‘No post again today,’ he said, watching Gwen search frantically for a missing boot, which he spotted under the sofa cushion. ‘That’s a week we haven’t had any mail. Pretty sure we should’ve had an electricity bill by now,’ he said, pointing at Gwen’s face, then indicating a spot just to the left of her upper lip, where Gwen was now sporting a splodge of raspberry jam. He took a bite of his own toast and chewed it thoughtfully, then swallowed it. ‘Maybe it’s aliens abducting our post, eh? Tell you what, if they don't mind paying the bills, they can have them.’
Gwen finished tugging on her now located boot, frowned back at him, then picked her mobile from her pocket. ‘Tosh? Yeah, sorry to get you so early, but could you check the area around my flat for any recent rift activity?’
‘I was only joking, Gwen love.’
