The characters belong to Eoin Colfer. Another Tennyson inspired drabble. Thanks to Opal Roseblossom who had the same idea, only better.



One Burning Flame Together

She tried to forget him. She knew it was unhallowed, if not forbidden, and she'd stayed away. But every time she entered Ops Booth he was there on the vid-screens, downloaded from the scopes dedicated to tracking him. His black hair and digitally enhanced scowl adorned the movie posters; the LEP training tapes in Police Plaza had his face on them.

She couldn't escape those shadows of the world and she was sick of shadows. Now she was flying over woods and willows and streams, visor raised.

They could curse her all they liked, she was going to see him.


Author's Note: Not sure what's going on? Google 'The Lady of Shalott'.