Writer's Block
Day Two
He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully. It caught his eye amid the jumble of baubles not because it was the most rare or unique, but because it reminded him of something. Of someone. Frowning, he looked down at the small charm dangling from the half-tarnished silver chain. It was a bit of ivory upon which some untalented hand had scratched out a rough butterfly. The effect, he guessed, was meant to be charming and rustic, but it far short - the necklace was only interesting because it resonated within the Doctor's mind.
He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully. It caught his eye amid the jumble of baubles not because it was the most rare or unique, but because it reminded him of something. Of someone. Frowning, he looked down at the small charm dangling from the half-tarnished silver chain. It was a bit of ivory upon which some untalented hand had scratched out a rough butterfly. The effect, he guessed, was meant to be charming and rustic, but it far short - the necklace was only interesting because it resonated within the Doctor's mind.