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the only lie that ever mattered
Once a child, ignorant of the rules of strangers taught by so many other mommies, came to me as I sat still and tired on a park bench and sat down beside me. His fatty thumbs twiddled as he sat, and when he thought I wasn’t looking he peeked glances at me through big, blue-raspberry eyes. For a few minutes his presence was disturbing to me, but I grew accustomed to his small, slightly-rotund figure and his mop of dirty blonde hair. I remember the scene clearly because summer was starting to fade; it is the time of year I always remember most clearly. In this place it was particularly starting to show; about an eighth the leaves were already swept across roads and stuck in grass and gutters instead of shining green on their trees. As the boy coughed once, I was startled from my view of the sky and instead locked my gaze on a leaf, just now tugged free of its home by the slight breeze and being tossed lazily by the wind toward its new home: the street.
Luminous [DW AU One-shot]Alternate ending to the episode End of Time, Part Two.
“Rose, come look! I’ve never seen anything like it!” Jackie Tyler, peering through the window shades after sighting a curious golden glow through them, gestured madly with her left hand for her daughter to come to the window. Ignoring the fact she was still dressed in winter garb, Rose, always a curious one, ran towards the window herself and peeled the shade aside. She gasped, sighting a furiously-whirling cloud of golden light, nearly reaching the level of their third-story apartment. Five or so days later she’d have sworn she’d imagined it, but to Rose, there seemed to be a dark figure at the center of the screaming glow. Without a word to her mother, she quickly descended the stairs again, and Jackie, yelling after, followed close behind.
By the time they both had reached the street, the golden spectacle of light had faded entirely except for a few luminous specks, mere fireflies in the star
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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