Sunshine is breathing hard as she runs along the shoreline on the far side of the lake. The sweat getting in her eyes only serves to make her darkened sight more treacherous as the shadows length with the setting sun. Her depth-perception was never perfect at the best of times, and she hadn't ever really been the running type. The most she really ( Read more... )

There is a young girl out on the open grass, this afternoon, sitting in the style called 'Indian-style' at school (though Rae had never really known why it was called that - she had never heard of any Indians sitting like that). She holds an early flower cupped in her hands, bright yellow in the sunlight ( Read more... )

Ianto Jones is not his usual polished self when he comes through the doorway, and he just scribbles this on the Specials board:

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
any way you like it

Long story short, don't get into negotiations with the Axorfacorians when you've got a second job to get to.

The sandstorm outside the front door doesn't seem to touch the boy who walks in through it, though a few grains of sand do skitter in along with him ( Read more... )

The Door opens. Only because it's his door, it doesn't just open. It sweeps, one feels with rather a flourish, and through the entrance with the lazy grace of a cat idly perusing his kingdom slides a young man in a quite Victorian suit with a green carnation tucked into the buttonhole and a cane in one hand. He pauses, theatrically, to adjust his ( Read more... )