Blogging for Accord Hospice: Day 73

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DAY 73

STORY #73

The Old Maid

Watery sunlight streamed through the windows. Marie sat in her chair, looking out on the world, remembering her days as a young librarian. One day, a soldier came in, wanting a book to read--the head clerk denied him, saying he didn’t have a card. The boy left, disappointed.

Later, Marie met him at the train, giving him one of her own books. The boy smiled and, without warning, kissed her passionately. Back in the present, she looked at the book fondly, yet sadly--they’d sent it back to her, after the boy was killed on a beach in Normandy.

Blogging for Accord: Day 72

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DAY 72

STORY #72

Doctor Who:

Pub Crawl

The Tardis was stalled in a tiny pocket of neutral space, unable to move. Occasionally, residue from the vortex sometimes created little null spaces that could ensnare the Tardis. Frowning, the Doctor Stared at a big blip on the console monitor. “What is that?” Donna asked. “It’s just a beer tanker…headed for the Thunder-flute concert on Prawnrat.”

“It’s going to hit us!” Donna cried, “Do something!”. “Hang on!” The Doctor yelled, slapping a button. They materialized in the hold of the beer tanker. “There we are then,” The Doctor Grinned, “Safe and sound--now, how ‘bout a drink? I’m parched.”