Drabble: Nosey Parker
Brewing tea on Gallifrey was the same as brewing it anywhere else. The simple blend of the leaves and water was magical to her; it was ritual and reminded her of her childhood home and her mother. The tangy smell of the process swept up through her nose, and made it tingle. She had spent the day investigating the home which he had brought her too. She assumed it was his family's, he seemed so comfortable here, so natural, yet so distant. She moved from her chair to the kitchen to pour herself another cup of the orange scented liquid.
And then she saw it, she hadn't noticed it before, it was small and delicate. A holographic picture sitting on a mantel. A small boy and a tall dark looking man. The boy was perched upon his shoulders waving to whoever had taken it, he was freckled and hair was bright red, a large grin on his face. Lucy moved closer, a puzzled smile dancing on her lips as she reached out a hand to the image. It distorted slightly as she went to touch it and she pulled back suddenly, looking at her finger.
Look but don’t touch darling, a voice played at the back of her mind and she frowned a little, looking again at the little boy, he couldn’t have been older than ten...
And then she saw it, she hadn't noticed it before, it was small and delicate. A holographic picture sitting on a mantel. A small boy and a tall dark looking man. The boy was perched upon his shoulders waving to whoever had taken it, he was freckled and hair was bright red, a large grin on his face. Lucy moved closer, a puzzled smile dancing on her lips as she reached out a hand to the image. It distorted slightly as she went to touch it and she pulled back suddenly, looking at her finger.
Look but don’t touch darling, a voice played at the back of her mind and she frowned a little, looking again at the little boy, he couldn’t have been older than ten...