Double Drabble: Dreary
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badly_knittedTitle: Dreary
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 897: Beach, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Not all alien planets are picturesque.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Ghost of a Chance ‘Verse.
Ianto stared out across the beach towards the sea and sighed. He missed earth’s beaches and oceans, and the beautiful coasts he and Jack had already visited on planets where the sand was golden, white, pink and fluffy, or the colour of ripe apricots, and the sea was blue, green, turquoise, even lavender.
This had to be the ugliest beach in the universe. The sand was a dirty grey, and harshly gritty, while the sea looked like all the colour had been washed out of it by the persistent drizzle from an equally grey sky. As colony planets went, this one wasn’t exactly prime real estate.
How people could live here and not be permanently depressed, Ianto couldn’t imagine. He and Jack had only been here an hour, delivering a load of supplies, and already he felt sunk in a pit of gloom.
Turning his back on the heavy, sluggish ripples that dragged themselves wearily up the grey sand, Ianto stared at the equally depressing coarse, grey-green grass.
Jack ambled over to him. “What’s got you looking so miserable?”
“Have you seen this place? Everything’s grey, even the people!”
“Every planet has dull, overcast days. Wait ‘til the sun shines.”
The End
This had to be the ugliest beach in the universe. The sand was a dirty grey, and harshly gritty, while the sea looked like all the colour had been washed out of it by the persistent drizzle from an equally grey sky. As colony planets went, this one wasn’t exactly prime real estate.
How people could live here and not be permanently depressed, Ianto couldn’t imagine. He and Jack had only been here an hour, delivering a load of supplies, and already he felt sunk in a pit of gloom.
Turning his back on the heavy, sluggish ripples that dragged themselves wearily up the grey sand, Ianto stared at the equally depressing coarse, grey-green grass.
Jack ambled over to him. “What’s got you looking so miserable?”
“Have you seen this place? Everything’s grey, even the people!”
“Every planet has dull, overcast days. Wait ‘til the sun shines.”
The End
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