Fic: Drabble
In honour of the day. (And, yes, this has been posted on dw100 and also on Teaspoon, so nobody has to comment, but it seemed appropriate).
Drabble, gen, First Doctor, Susan.
First Flight
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In the beginning, was a magic box.
Then comes the first wild journey.
She steps out onto untrodden grass. This planet is younger than any world should be. She feels it in the atmosphere; the universe itself is newer than she is used to and her senses are attuned to time’s complexities.
She sees sunshine in a new colour; breathes in untried scents in the air.
“Oh, Grandfather,” she says. “It’s beautiful.”
He puts an arm around her. “You see?”
Today, all of it is hers. Today she understands his talk of freedom for the first time. Everything is new.
***
Drabble, gen, First Doctor, Susan.
First Flight
***
In the beginning, was a magic box.
Then comes the first wild journey.
She steps out onto untrodden grass. This planet is younger than any world should be. She feels it in the atmosphere; the universe itself is newer than she is used to and her senses are attuned to time’s complexities.
She sees sunshine in a new colour; breathes in untried scents in the air.
“Oh, Grandfather,” she says. “It’s beautiful.”
He puts an arm around her. “You see?”
Today, all of it is hers. Today she understands his talk of freedom for the first time. Everything is new.
***