Dresden Drabbles

One Sunday Afternoon...

Not Mine, Sniff Sniff. I am merely playing with Mr Butcher's toys. All credit to Jim :-)

Inspired by a picture on The Dresden Files Facebook page.

My well earned Sunday afternoon cold beer with Michael was rudely interrupted by an ungodly scream coming from the second story of the Carpenter home.

"Harry! Help Me!" wailed the terrified voice of my old friend, Bob the Skull.

Between the space of that scream and my next heartbeat I was sprinting into the house and up the stairs, drawing my power, and the power of the Winter Knight around me without conscious thought. I'd never heard Bob sound so scared before.

As I crested the stairs I became aware of Charity and Michael coming fast behind me, and voices coming from my daughter, Maggie's room.

"There! Now your a pretty princess!" said Maggie

"I AM not a Princess" protested Bob, indignant.

"You could be Justin Bieber instead." piped up my other daughter's voice.

"Fine. Fine. I'm a Princess." Bob snapped.

I pushed open the door to my daughter's room and stared. My nine year old daughter was sitting on the floor of her room, two skulls, one bone and one wood on a low child's table before her. Bob's skull sported a silky blonde wig and a sparkling plastic tiara. Bright blue eye shadow and hand drawn eyebrows decorated the brow ridges, red blush on the cheek bones and bright pink lipstick outlined the skulls maw. All applied with the heavy hand of a child. Beside him, my spiritual child in her smaller wooden skull, was covered in glittering powder and a bright purple wig.

Bob's red gold eye lights flicked to the doorway as Charity and Michael caught up with me and took in the room. His eyes seemed to widen as he took in our faces. I couldn't help it. I started laughing.

"Dresden..." Bob said, warningly.

"Charity.. get a camera.. " I gasped out.

"Dresden! Don't you dare!