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[auntiemeesh]

Okay, I apologize in advance for the poor quality of this drabble. marigoldg has poked me with a stick expressed an interest in Hetty Wainthropp fic. So I'm doing my best to oblige. This drabble is just a poor attempt on my part to start getting into Geoffrey Shawcross' headspace.

He stands at the counter, waiting. “No one’s watching,” he thinks. “I could just help meself.” The lady in back gives him a look and he waits until she turns away. Gathering his nerve, he shoves a packet of crisps inside his jacket. No response. “Just act natural,” he reminds himself. Continues to wait, staring at a collection tin. Sees it’s for needy children. Wonders how much money it holds. “Well,” he thinks, “I’m a needy child and no one’s helping me.” The tin joins the crisps. He runs, can’t turn back now. His life will never be the same.

There will be more to come as I continue to play around with this and see where it takes me.

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[lil-banik-slave.livejournal.com]

I think this could be the start of a wonderful little scene filler : - )

Nice work auntiemeesh, it's nice to see a decent Hetty Wainthropp fiction out there (darn you Fanfiction.net)

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I did a search of Hetty fic and couldn't find any, which surprised me. There must be some out there. Clearly not at ff.net, however.