Flashes of pink and
blue. A sequined black dress. "Do you dance?"
Chips on
newspaper, bodies on a scooter. "I said NOT blue!"
Reapers,
Bad Wolf, the enemy that will not die. "Forever."
Christmas
in borrowed pajamas. Blue beans on a steel tray. "Are you
deducting?"
Rude and not ginger, fingers are not to be stuck
in others' marmalade. "They keep trying to split us up..."
Run
with the torch, save the Earth. "Quite right, too."
Torchwood
and the ghosts it created, a blue shirt, a streak of yellow. "Rose.
Her name was Rose."
