This is a light hearted short story in the interception of the life of Clara Oswald. One of the companions of the Eleventh Doctor.
This is my first work, it's not gonna be a labor of love nor will it be a master piece. I am content on allowing it to be a hodge podge of creativity and a fledging writers beautiful immaturity. Hopefully you love it dearly, and I reach a few young souls that hold this work closely.
If you love it for the fluff or the romanticism of the characters I understand. If you see the joy in a new creation rampant with the possibilities the mind can make, a matter of theoretical reality in our own fantasizes. I cherish you.
I love great works. I love famous writers but may we give more light to the light hearted writers of the populace who adore the world of the more noted. We are the backbones who will preserve and hopefully renew the writing industry. Let us be so and carry computer pen tablet or whatever it may be with pride. The Shoppers. the fluff writers. They represent a facet of desire and admiration of the love of those we've come together to admire.
if you read this to the end, spot searching for some form of intro. you're not getting one. let this be a surprise.
