Sunday 22 February 2015

76 Totters Lane


A quiver of anticipation ran through the warrior as its battle computer verified the data. Desire ran hot through sluggish veins, its internal life support compensating for the sudden demand on blood sugar. There was a high probability that this was the Doctor, the Ka Faraq Gatri — the enemy of the Daleks. 

Four. 

The Doctor desperately zigzagged as bolts of energy flared around him... 

Five. 

... reproaching himself for being in this ridiculous situation, he decided to blame the human race for it... 

Six. 

... rather then worry about the homicidal Dalek behind him... 

Seven. 

... or the vagaries of Ace’s chemistry or how many red bricks it takes to crack a Dalek or... 

A kilogram of nitro-nine exploded eight metres behind him. Luckily the ground broke his fall. He stayed where he was, his eyes focused on the dirt in front of his face: there he noticed two ants fighting for possession of a tiny fragment of leaf.






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