Fic Rec: The Witnesses, by Aiffe
Standing awkwardly, his hands in his pockets, was a man about her age. He was rather normal-looking, very much human, wearing clothes that wouldn’t look out of place walking down the street on Leadworth. He had short, light-brown hair and a strong profile which might have seemed more commanding, if not for his self-effacing body language and downcast eyes. “Hello Amy, Doctor,” he said, his tone somewhere between apologetic and resentful.
Amy stepped forward and looked him over up and down.
“Do I look familiar or something?” he asked.
“Never seen you before in my life,” Amy said, wide-eyed and astonished. “How did you know my name? Who are you?”
“I suppose I’m the Dream Lord,” he answered. “And I know lots of things about you. Well, pretty much everything, or that’s what I thought. I thought I knew that you could never forget me.”
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Amy stepped forward and looked him over up and down.
“Do I look familiar or something?” he asked.
“Never seen you before in my life,” Amy said, wide-eyed and astonished. “How did you know my name? Who are you?”
“I suppose I’m the Dream Lord,” he answered. “And I know lots of things about you. Well, pretty much everything, or that’s what I thought. I thought I knew that you could never forget me.”
If you read only one story this week, read this one.