My third drabble for Challenge 279 – Triangular at tw100.
I just started writing with this one to see what would happen. I like the opening descriptions, but then I couldnât think how to finish it and this happened. Iâm considering a sequelâ¦
Summary: Jack and Ianto find a strange but interesting object that has fallen through the rift.
It sat there, squat, grey and triangular, like an old, water-worn rock or a primitive sculpture. Jack poked it experimentally with a stick and the surface rippled, shimmering rainbow colours spreading in waves from the point of contact then fading to grey again.
“What is it?” Ianto asked, leaning back against the side of the SUV, hands in pockets.
“Damned if I know.” Jack prodded it again, watching the ripples of colour spread then fade. “Pretty though.”
He went to poke it again but an appendage unfurled, grabbing his stick.
“Stop poking,” the object rumbled, opening one large eye.
“Sorry.”
The End
“What is it?” Ianto asked, leaning back against the side of the SUV, hands in pockets.
“Damned if I know.” Jack prodded it again, watching the ripples of colour spread then fade. “Pretty though.”
He went to poke it again but an appendage unfurled, grabbing his stick.
“Stop poking,” the object rumbled, opening one large eye.
“Sorry.”
The End