A/N - Thanks to badly-knitted for inspiring me to have a go at drabble fics. Totally addicted!
Working on a much larger fic but currently it's 37K+ and 12mths in progress. Since I don't write chronologically, it will have to wait until it's completed.
In the meantime, loving the challenge of writing drabble. All the bits I love to indulge in, but can't include in my larger, more serious writing.
Enjoy!
Ianto liked his world organised. Files neatly stacked, equipment boxed up and tidy, everything sorted, alphabetised and chronological. Or at least as chronological as working with a space-time rift would allow.
Yet he found this forest utterly disturbing. Every tree was exactly the same height, exactly the same width, exactly the same space apart from the next. Each tree had exactly the same number of branches, and he'd bet if he could count them, exactly the same number of leaves.
'This isn't a real forest.' He declared.
'What makes you say that?' Jack asked.
'This one is blinking at me.'