Did you know I wrote a story for the 2008 Good Omens Exchange? It’s okay if you didn’t know, since I had forgotten.
More impressively, I still like it. God, I know. Weird. ANYWAY: here it is.
There was a woman in Aziraphale’s shop.
It happened sometimes; it was only natural, after all. He ran a business, and occasionally customers would show up, wanting to. . .consume. While this wasn’t as big a problem as it had been before the Armageddon’t—Aziraphale had been making an effort to stock books he could actually sell—he still didn’t really like it. There was a knee-jerk reaction to it that Aziraphale hadn’t quite managed to overcome.
So he fought off the twitch and smiled pleasantly at the woman and informed her he would be happy to help her if she needed anything.1
I’m really quite proud of this story, so, uh, sorry if you also follow my writing blog, but dammit I’m just going to remind myself (and all of you) that I know how to write and I’m not terrible at everything.