Narnia Shop Hell Panther
It was Sunday and it was still raining. Bex was the first awake. She opened the kitchen window, made herself a cup of coffee and then shuffled into the lounge with it. She peeked into the entrance hall. Jarek’s outrageous boots and Mazza’s Docs were conspicuous in their absence. She glanced at her lime green Baby G. It was almost ten o’clock. She hoped they hadn’t been arrested again. A door creaked open upstairs. She could tell from the ghoulish yawn that it was Kypo. She studied the contents of the low table as he hacked and gargled his way through his morning ablutions. The sorry pot plant was still hanging on for dear life after being knocked over innumerable times, smacked by Kypo’s pois, subjected to Al’s experiments and victim to Jarek and Mazza’s roughhousing. A hopeful shoot reached upwards from amidst the other frayed and battered leaves. One of Ash’s dioramas stood next to the plant. It can’t have been one she liked very much, since she’d left it to the chaos of the lounge