Thursday, 20 December 2012

Ghosts From the Future - A Drabble

He was sat on the edge of the Universe, right at the end of time.

But despite the eternal calm, he was frowning. Frowning at the apparent junkyard that surrounded him on this lonely asteroid.

Littered on the ground were ancient, rusted remains of Gallifreyan artefacts. Golden seals of Rassilon, charred and faded. Parts of dead TARDISes and SIDRATS. There were even a few Dalek eyestalks half-buried in the sand.
He turned back to the stars, sipping his tea at the end of time, where all of the worst bits of the past washed up.
Or, in his case...the future...

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