Title: Blue box
by Frances from Kent | in writing, fiction
My dad is probably the coolest person you'll ever meet. Actually he's probably the coolest person you'll never meet.
It's nothing personal, he just doesn't seem to stay in one place for long.
And the best thing: I get to go with him!
After all this time of being alone, we're gunna be together always.
It's a shame though, all those people we're leaving behind. I wish we could all go together, but I couldn't do that do him, knowing that one by one they would disappear, heartache after heartache, after heartache.
I feel so close to these people. The closest thing I've ever had to a mum, My friends, his friends and the love of my life. God I'm going to miss him...
Me and my Dad, travelling. I don't just mean trotting along in a little caravan, stopping now and then for coffee, I mean travelling the world, the universe, the galaxy.
Just me and him roaming the world in his little blue box.
Dr who... I was bored and the last episode stuck in my brain so I wrote about it in my own style. It's a working progress
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