Hannah tried to ignore the tardis sitting in the middle of the driveway but it was damned difficult. She was relieved that the driveway curved away from the road and no-one could see in from the street but it was in the middle of her flippin’ driveway and she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
So she sat and anxiously waited.
After four hours Hannah gave up and went to bed setting her alarm to brightlingsea so she wouldn’t miss her bus in the morning.
Meanwhile outside in Totter’s Lane several body-printed humans appeared in search of the Doctor.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
The blinding rush of light when someone opens the curtains in the morning before you are ready.
Miraculous red marks on the knuckles, caused by an encounter with a) the Virgin Mary or b) a nutmeg grater.