A drabble

[zinnith]

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For kensieg

Jack spreads the red plaid blanket over the ground and starts digging in the wicker basket, taking out grilled chicken, bread and wine, plates, glasses and cutlery.

 

The valley is too beautiful to be real. The colours are brighter than they are on Earth, the air is fresher. Big green dragonflies zoom around like winged precious jewels.

 

“What is this place?” Ianto asks.

 

Jack looks up. “It doesn’t exist anymore,” he answers. “This planet died ten thousand years ago.”

 

“It’s here now, though” Ianto says.

 

Jack hesitates for a moment. Then he smiles. “Yes”, he grins. “Yes it is. Chicken?”

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