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thisbluespirit) wrote2014-03-15 12:50 pm
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Fic: One Dreary Day
In which I continue rescuing ficlets and suchlike from the depths of my notebooks. Here's another one for 500 prompts.
Title: One Dreary Day
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lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 275
Characters/Pairings: Sixth Doctor
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: It was one of those grey days – and then he turned up…
Fortaiyou_to_tsuki in the 500 Prompts Meme - Prompt 184: One dreary September day – Sixth Doctor. This is a little odd, I know, but it was what came to mind with the prompt for some reason.
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It was one of those achingly dull days; you know the kind – the sky’s leaden, everything’s grey and it seems impossible that anything will ever change. I’d stopped and aimlessly stared out of the window for at least the eighth time that morning, feeling as if I’d just die inside if something didn’t break the monotony.
That was when I saw him, striding down the street. If the place had looked grey before, it was now mere faded backdrop for him. I’d been silently begging for colour: well, here was a walking rainbow. You should have seen that coat, you really should.
I thought for a minute that the sun had come out, but no – it was just this stranger in a brightly clashing patchwork coat. Abruptly then, he stopped, and swung around and charged across to the opposite side of the street, and then leapt into the nearest front garden, evidently searching for something amidst the shrubbery. A minute or so later, and he emerged back onto the street, not carrying anything that I could see, but he’d finished with the marigolds at any rate. He stopped to look around him, and then marched away, off down Hanson Street. And that was that – he’d gone.
I thought it must be a festival of some sort, and maybe he was a lost player or clown, but there was nothing in the paper. There was only what I’d seen, no explanations. But then again, even if I’d never get the chance to say, even if he was some random eccentric (to use the kindest word), I think maybe right then, that was all that I’d needed.
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Title: One Dreary Day
Author:
lost_spookRating: All ages
Word Count: 275
Characters/Pairings: Sixth Doctor
Notes/Warnings: None.
Summary: It was one of those grey days – and then he turned up…
For
taiyou_to_tsuki in the 500 Prompts Meme - Prompt 184: One dreary September day – Sixth Doctor. This is a little odd, I know, but it was what came to mind with the prompt for some reason.***
It was one of those achingly dull days; you know the kind – the sky’s leaden, everything’s grey and it seems impossible that anything will ever change. I’d stopped and aimlessly stared out of the window for at least the eighth time that morning, feeling as if I’d just die inside if something didn’t break the monotony.
That was when I saw him, striding down the street. If the place had looked grey before, it was now mere faded backdrop for him. I’d been silently begging for colour: well, here was a walking rainbow. You should have seen that coat, you really should.
I thought for a minute that the sun had come out, but no – it was just this stranger in a brightly clashing patchwork coat. Abruptly then, he stopped, and swung around and charged across to the opposite side of the street, and then leapt into the nearest front garden, evidently searching for something amidst the shrubbery. A minute or so later, and he emerged back onto the street, not carrying anything that I could see, but he’d finished with the marigolds at any rate. He stopped to look around him, and then marched away, off down Hanson Street. And that was that – he’d gone.
I thought it must be a festival of some sort, and maybe he was a lost player or clown, but there was nothing in the paper. There was only what I’d seen, no explanations. But then again, even if I’d never get the chance to say, even if he was some random eccentric (to use the kindest word), I think maybe right then, that was all that I’d needed.
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