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[Our Magic Place] Muse Prompt #7
Apr. 25th, 2007 10:11 pm After being gone for several hours, you come home and find something in your home that wasn't there when you left. What is it, where is it and what are you going to do about it?
There was a pitchfork in her room.
Sarah Jane didn’t know why there was a pitchfork in her room, a rather new looking one with still shining metal spears and polished oak wood, but there was a pitchfork in her room nonetheless. She had only been gone for a few hours, a trip to the library and then to that lovely pool for a soak with a good book. Then the plan was for a quick nap before they landed in London.
But there was a pitchfork in her room. It was a pitchfork that was leaning against her bed looking so inanely out of place against the four post bed. It was a pitchfork, Sarah Jane considered, that would look out of place anywhere except a barn.
After staring at the pitchfork a second more, Sarah sticks a head of still damp hair out into the hallway to see the Doctor walking her way. She blinked again, rubbing at one eye as if to make sure she was seeing everything correctly. Sure enough, there he was with his curly brown hair covered by a straw hat, dressed in a red and brown plaid shirt and wearing overalls. He was carrying a pitchfork similar to the one in her room.
“Doctor?”
“Get a move on, Sarah Jane. We have work to be doing.”
Slowly, Sarah looked back in to her room, eying the pitchfork with disdain and then the Doctor with confusion. It was as if all of the sudden, her life had left Oz and wound up in Kansas instead.
“Ah, Doctor?”
“Yes, Sarah?”
“You’re carrying a pitchfork almost identical to the one in my room.” It’s amazing just how rational she was able to make the sentence sound just now. “Is there a reason for all this?”
Maybe coming back to find a random pitchfork in her room was worth it just to see the awkward expression that filled his face as he thought of a response. Her eyebrows arched upward as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the doorframe, waiting for a response.
“Well, you see. The TARDIS may have inadvertently landed in the middle of a rather large pile of hay in a barn loft somewhere. From what I was able to see, it appears that we’re somewhere in America, turn of the twentieth century, I’d say. And well.” The Doctor shrugged. “I may need some help digging her out.”
Ah. So that’s what the pitchfork was for. Sarah didn’t bother stifling her laugh and only smiled brightly before stepping out of the doorframe and in to her room. Shorts and a blouse probably wouldn’t do. “Let me just change in to something a little more suitable and I’ll be right there.”
He smiled jollily and she smiled back before closing the door behind her. Well, there was a pitchfork in her room that needed to be put to use. The nap would just have to wait.
There was a pitchfork in her room.
Sarah Jane didn’t know why there was a pitchfork in her room, a rather new looking one with still shining metal spears and polished oak wood, but there was a pitchfork in her room nonetheless. She had only been gone for a few hours, a trip to the library and then to that lovely pool for a soak with a good book. Then the plan was for a quick nap before they landed in London.
But there was a pitchfork in her room. It was a pitchfork that was leaning against her bed looking so inanely out of place against the four post bed. It was a pitchfork, Sarah Jane considered, that would look out of place anywhere except a barn.
After staring at the pitchfork a second more, Sarah sticks a head of still damp hair out into the hallway to see the Doctor walking her way. She blinked again, rubbing at one eye as if to make sure she was seeing everything correctly. Sure enough, there he was with his curly brown hair covered by a straw hat, dressed in a red and brown plaid shirt and wearing overalls. He was carrying a pitchfork similar to the one in her room.
“Doctor?”
“Get a move on, Sarah Jane. We have work to be doing.”
Slowly, Sarah looked back in to her room, eying the pitchfork with disdain and then the Doctor with confusion. It was as if all of the sudden, her life had left Oz and wound up in Kansas instead.
“Ah, Doctor?”
“Yes, Sarah?”
“You’re carrying a pitchfork almost identical to the one in my room.” It’s amazing just how rational she was able to make the sentence sound just now. “Is there a reason for all this?”
Maybe coming back to find a random pitchfork in her room was worth it just to see the awkward expression that filled his face as he thought of a response. Her eyebrows arched upward as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the doorframe, waiting for a response.
“Well, you see. The TARDIS may have inadvertently landed in the middle of a rather large pile of hay in a barn loft somewhere. From what I was able to see, it appears that we’re somewhere in America, turn of the twentieth century, I’d say. And well.” The Doctor shrugged. “I may need some help digging her out.”
Ah. So that’s what the pitchfork was for. Sarah didn’t bother stifling her laugh and only smiled brightly before stepping out of the doorframe and in to her room. Shorts and a blouse probably wouldn’t do. “Let me just change in to something a little more suitable and I’ll be right there.”
He smiled jollily and she smiled back before closing the door behind her. Well, there was a pitchfork in her room that needed to be put to use. The nap would just have to wait.
