sws.

[mllememe]

SIX WORD STORIES MEME
TELL A STORY IN SIX WORDS


1. Post your top level with a six word story prompt. Making up your own is fine as well.
2. Other people respond, write a starter, get a thread going somehow.
3. ???
4. Profit!


DON'T LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL BLANK!

Original meme from here.

Comments

[makemeasong]

"You say the most confusing things I've ever wanted to know more about," Clara says as she studies him. She's intrigued by him, by how he seems to move easily from one thought to the next. She can still see flashes of things she can't explain in the back of her mind, things she sure come from him.

"How do you know what the air smells like in 2021? And of course it would smell the same, what else would it smell like?"

Air is air, isn't it? She's smart, adventurous, and spunky, but she's been taking care of herself for over a decade already, and she's only 25. As much as she's wanted to learn, as much as she's devoured the books she can get her hands on, she still hasn't seen or done anything outside of Blackpool since she was thirteen.

Clara would never turn down a meal, but she isn't sure if he means to pay or not so she tries to remember how much coin she has.

"Been a long day. Food first, if you don't mind." Her hunger wins out, she'll figure the rest out later.

[sillyolddoctor]

“Fish ‘n’ chips it is!” the Doctor declared, throwing his arms wide and spinning so fast on his heel he almost took out a passing stranger.

With a grin, he rakishly straightened his bow tie and set off confidently in one direction before about-turning and confidently setting off in the opposite direction. He hoped Clara hadn’t noticed and was at his side. Presuming she was, he continued talking.

“Oh, you’d be surprised. Scarborough in 1978? Helluva stench! Mind you, Torquay smells lovely at this time of year—no wonder Agatha stayed there for so long.”

He stopped suddenly and turned to face her—assuming she was even there—and his voice was graver now.

“So, the tarot reading in the shop… what do you think it was? I have theories but you know your own head better than anyone and you’re clever, Clara Oswald. Cleverer than I think you’re letting on.”

[makemeasong]

She's keeping up the best she can, thinking he must be part whirlwind, and she holds her skirts up a little so that she can move faster without thinking she might trip.

"Agatha who?"

But then the Doctor's in her face and she nearly stumbles back, eying him suspiciously again. But there's a flicker of genuine alarm when she thinks back to the reading.

"I told you I don't know, nothing like that's ever happened before. It was like images in my head I didn't ask for." And she'd like to get it out because not all of it is happy.

[sillyolddoctor]

He nodded thoughtfully and was about to continue walking when he turned to face her again.

“No wait. Images in your head?” He frowned his most frowniest frown. “What kind of images?”

He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer…

[Sorry it’s so short, it felt a bit like needless padding when I tried to write more.]

[makemeasong]

[ ooc: continued here. and never worry about the length of your tags. they don't all have to be long - mine sure aren't! ]