My fifth drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and also, Part 5 of âThe Twelve Days of Riftmasâ. I have all but the last two written now.
Summary: Itâs Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving moodâ¦
Warnings: Random insanity.
On the fifth day of Christmas, there was a phone call from the Vicar at St Edeyrn’s Church, Llanedeyrn. It seemed a strange, glowing ball with flashing lights had appeared in the church sometime during the night.
Mystified, the team set out to retrieve it.
The Vicar greeted them warmly and informed them that the object was up in the bell tower.
Ianto slumped into the nearest pew.
“Don’t tell me; all five bells have inexplicably turned into gold, haven’t they.”
“How did you know?” asked the Vicar in surprise.
Ianto winced.
“We were due five gold rings about now...”
TBC in ‘The Sixth Day…’
Mystified, the team set out to retrieve it.
The Vicar greeted them warmly and informed them that the object was up in the bell tower.
Ianto slumped into the nearest pew.
“Don’t tell me; all five bells have inexplicably turned into gold, haven’t they.”
“How did you know?” asked the Vicar in surprise.
Ianto winced.
“We were due five gold rings about now...”
TBC in ‘The Sixth Day…’