A Nice Jewish Wolf 1

Elena stirred, alerted by the long, long silence to the fact that business was exceptionally slow. There was no great need to worry: their bookshop was ticking over in the black – just about – and had been for years now, given a fortunate location and loyal clientele. It was just – wet Wednesdays, and early closing day, and a long way off payday for a lot of folks. The thing was, a lack of customers gave her the urge to mess with her brother, even if only for her own personal amusement.

She looked over at him, hunched beside the elderly till, a vintage Guy de Maupassant spread out before him, and a mug cooling by his side.   

   

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and build it up with worn-out tools*

Ehhh, feels like time to re-make and re-write some of my old fanfic WiPs, rebuild them into original fic.  Not that I haven’t already been doing a bit of that, under aliases Sarah Tender and Wanda Withers.  But for my two old faves this seems like the right ID.  So very shortly indeed, expect a mangling re-working of a tale loosely based on ‘Notting Hill’.  With new added werewolves!

 

 

*Kipling, darling.  Love a bit of Kipling.  ‘If’ used to reliably make me cry, before I got so hardened and contemptuous.