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lonemagpieDecided I couldn’t not write a Dr Who story this year, in some form. So after half a bottle of Russian Standard, here it is:
Do Or Do Not
“I hate you.” She said it so often, in such frustration.
“No you don’t.” Always so confident, so sure, so revelling in being right. So elated. So proud.
“And what about when she does hate you?” that nagging voice said, not in his ear, but in his head. “What then?” It was quiet but crisp, certain, the mocking tone of it a potential as yet unheard. Almost.
“You know what then,” he told the voice that prowled in the shadows in the back of his mind. He spoke softly, but firmly, determined that it should be convincing to at least one of them. “You, of all people, know what then.”
A long silence, then one voice. “I always survive.”
Maybe I should incorporate it into a longer story of some kind some day, but it’ll do as a vignette.
Do Or Do Not
“I hate you.” She said it so often, in such frustration.
“No you don’t.” Always so confident, so sure, so revelling in being right. So elated. So proud.
“And what about when she does hate you?” that nagging voice said, not in his ear, but in his head. “What then?” It was quiet but crisp, certain, the mocking tone of it a potential as yet unheard. Almost.
“You know what then,” he told the voice that prowled in the shadows in the back of his mind. He spoke softly, but firmly, determined that it should be convincing to at least one of them. “You, of all people, know what then.”
A long silence, then one voice. “I always survive.”
Maybe I should incorporate it into a longer story of some kind some day, but it’ll do as a vignette.