DE: Arrr, Late Morning

[bjornwilde]

 Running late so I'm going with a classic today, Prompts! Tag in with what pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts for a writing blurb of whatever length suits your muse. Can't think of a prompt? Set your MP3 player/program, radio or internet streaming service to shuffle and give us a song title!

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[nitro_is_ace]

They might have gotten away with it. Well, of course eventually someone would notice, kind of hard not to, but they would have gotten far enough along that there would be no way to fight back. People disappear every day, after all, though they aren't really gone - the runaways, those who 'just need some space', the midlife-crisis sufferers. It happens often enough that while you mourn and miss them, you believe the story.

But Ace knows a thing or two about stories.

She still hasn't gotten around to forming coherent sentences most of the time, still sleeps with a knife under her pillow, still can't stand to be even remotely within earshot when Daleks come on the telly. But she spent this long learning patterns. Stories. How things are supposed to flow, and what the gaps, even the well-hidden ones, look like.

So when she overhears gossip about one of the village girls, who's supposedly run off to London, always knew that girl was trouble... Spoon finds her outside in the yard later that day, busily modifying an already heavily modified Triumph Bonneville, she only answers his questions with a fierce grin that belongs to the war she left behind.

Because humans are disappearing, and Ace has a problem with that.