Fill- Challenge 366 (DW)
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tenminutesaday (I need some DW comfort from reading Death of a Salesman which as of now is the first time where I can honestly say, if I didn't have to read it for class I'd already have stopped. :/ So I watched Smith and Jones and remembered how much I loved these two's relationship . And reading the challenge again reminded me of my fave episode. So... let's see where this goes)
"And this page" Mr Smith pointed to a crude drawing of something metallic with bumps all over it. " I see these a lot in my dreams. Strange things, kind of metallic men. Soldiers. Daleks, I called them."
Martha watched Joan look on, her mouth agog at each page. She ate it up every time he'd gob on like this; Martha knew. It was moments like this she wanted to open the watch- to show him it was more than fiction.
"Oh! And this one, " He flipped to a different page. " William Shakespeare at the Globe. That one was only last night. I still have no idea why I thought of Shakespeare- I'd been reading Cromwell of all things."
Joan put a hand on his shoulder. " You are indeed a fantasist."
"Sir?" Martha spoke up, for the first time that morning.
"Yes, in a moment." Another page flip. " I showed you Rose, ? Here she is with one of those metal soldiers."
"Sir?" Martha tried again, only this time getting no response. She pointed to the tray of tea, still hot and barely touched.
"No appetite today" Mr Smith said dismissely, gesturing with his hands for her to take it away.
"And this page" Mr Smith pointed to a crude drawing of something metallic with bumps all over it. " I see these a lot in my dreams. Strange things, kind of metallic men. Soldiers. Daleks, I called them."
Martha watched Joan look on, her mouth agog at each page. She ate it up every time he'd gob on like this; Martha knew. It was moments like this she wanted to open the watch- to show him it was more than fiction.
"Oh! And this one, " He flipped to a different page. " William Shakespeare at the Globe. That one was only last night. I still have no idea why I thought of Shakespeare- I'd been reading Cromwell of all things."
Joan put a hand on his shoulder. " You are indeed a fantasist."
"Sir?" Martha spoke up, for the first time that morning.
"Yes, in a moment." Another page flip. " I showed you Rose, ? Here she is with one of those metal soldiers."
"Sir?" Martha tried again, only this time getting no response. She pointed to the tray of tea, still hot and barely touched.
"No appetite today" Mr Smith said dismissely, gesturing with his hands for her to take it away.
