The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

463. Birdsong

Title: Birdsong

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Ianto relaxes, listening to the birds singing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: For mahmfic's prompt 'birds'

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Ianto lay flat on his back in the grass, listening to birdsong.

A skylark, so high above him it was almost invisible, trilled its sweet song while swifts swooped low across the meadow, shrilling their call and snatching up the insects buzzing around him.

In a copse a short distance away, he could hear crows and magpies squabbling, a dove cooing. Nearer to hand, in the hedgerow a few metres away, the ticking of a robin sounded surprisingly loud.

All was silent, except for the birds.

The aliens were long gone.

He hoped Jack would come and untie him soon.

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The End