Ever wonder how Savage Sunday’s Henny and Sarah Wilson got their hands on all that dynamite? This Belfast Irish Canadian gal sure did.
Dedicated to: Kimberley FDR, of course. Without her inspiration, this drabble and other S & H vignettes of mine wouldn’t exist.
Beta: Rebelcat, in the sense that I made her read it before I’d post it. All errors are mine, mine, mine!
Inspired by Kimberley’s Starsky & Hutch icon drabble challenge. Why does that need a warning? Well, this is my first S & H drabble. Plus, it’s based on is my favourite lj icon. . .
“Soft words butter no parsnips”
—Irish proverb
“That’s it!” Sarah declared.
“Oh, it wasn’t so–.”
“Nonsense! You’re wasting away to nothing!”
She’d always been such a firebrand, Henny Wilson thought.
He watched as his wife dialed the telephone with the same passion she did everything.
Henny smiled, remembering how her eyes glittered when she’d argue about dialectical materialism and anarchy back in 1916. And she’d danced like an angel.
“Hello Seamus. . . Yes, it’s Sarah. Remember how we hid you after The Easter Uprising? . . .Just a small favor, about fifty sticks of dynamite.”
Henny sighed. This was trouble with a capital T.
Still, she’d always be his firebrand.
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