My only drabble for Challenge 283 – Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Fire at tw100. I've tried all week to come up with something for this prompt, but I kept coming back to the one thing that immediately came to mind. Humble apologies...
Summary: Ianto still doesnât like campingâ¦
Ianto gingerly poked a stick into the campfire, rolling a charred sausage towards him. When it was close enough, he stabbed it with a fork and deposited it on a plate with several other sausage-shaped cinders.
He glared at Jack.
“I hope you’re not expecting these to be edible.”
“Sorry.” Jack looked sheepish.
“What on earth possessed you to try flipping sausages?”
“I saw a chef doing it on TV. He looked really cool, tossing and catching them. I thought I could do it.”
Ianto groaned. “No more TV, you’re too easily influenced.”
“At least we still have the beans!”
The End
He glared at Jack.
“I hope you’re not expecting these to be edible.”
“Sorry.” Jack looked sheepish.
“What on earth possessed you to try flipping sausages?”
“I saw a chef doing it on TV. He looked really cool, tossing and catching them. I thought I could do it.”
Ianto groaned. “No more TV, you’re too easily influenced.”
“At least we still have the beans!”
The End