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Notes: Drabble written for the prompt "Chips".
Rating: K
Chips
The “Chip Shop” was a mecca in the middle of the desert, literally. Malcolm Reed found a little bit of home in the streets of Shi'Kahr, quite unexpected, but it was quite welcome. The smell of fried batter was like heaven, and the barman drew real Guinness with a proper head of foam. The buzz of conversation rose all around him, something about England in the 2154 World Cup Finals.
The barman took one look at him and waved him to a seat. “Hey, Tom, a fish and chip combo for the man!”
Malcolm grinned and sat down.
Notes: Drabble written for the prompt "Chips".
Rating: K
Chips
The “Chip Shop” was a mecca in the middle of the desert, literally. Malcolm Reed found a little bit of home in the streets of Shi'Kahr, quite unexpected, but it was quite welcome. The smell of fried batter was like heaven, and the barman drew real Guinness with a proper head of foam. The buzz of conversation rose all around him, something about England in the 2154 World Cup Finals.
The barman took one look at him and waved him to a seat. “Hey, Tom, a fish and chip combo for the man!”
Malcolm grinned and sat down.
