a quick little something, inspired by February picture prompt number 22 at time_and_chips (link in my friends page). i'm rather fond of it, really. the story, i mean.

Title: Wabe (*)
Author: me, kitty_cate
Characters: Nine, random OC. barely-there implications of Rose. even less noticeable Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose thrown in.
Rating: G
Summary: "You expect me to believe that you're eight hundred and twenty-five years old?" He raised an eyebrow.
Beta: my lovely darling, thatlibrarylady

( Wabe )

* Wabe. (n.) The grass plot around a sundial. It is called a "wabe" because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it, and a long way beyond it on each side. (A nonsense word made by Lewis Carroll in his poem, ‘the Jabberwocky.’)