A familiar face?
“Whatcha think, Shirl? You reckon that’s him?”
“You know, him off Doctor Who. Him what married that Pond girl. Cos, didn’t he get stuck back in Roman times while the rest of them flew off back to the present?”
“Don’t remember that, Baz.”
“Course you do, Shirl; course you do.”
“Remember when everybody ganged up against the doctor, and ended up locking him in a box even he couldn’t get out of?”
“I remember that, all right. Had me in a rare tizzy, that one did. Thought the doctor was done for, didn’t we?”
“Well; I think that was the one when they found him, and he said he’d waited two thousand years to see her again. Amy, that was her name, Amy Pond. Can’t for the life of me remember his, though.”
“You sure it was in that one?”
“I think so.”
“There you go again, having a dig at me for not remembering something you don’t even know for sure’s right yourself!”
“I know it for sure, all right? I just can’t remember whether it was that episode. Does it matter?”
“You bloody started it.”
“Okay, let’s drop it. I still reckon it’s him, though.”
Shirley dragged her chair closer to Barry’s.
“Baz?” she said coquettishly.
“Would you wait two thousand years for me?”
“Seems like I do outside the bathroom every bleedin’ morning.”
“No. I’m being serious. Would ya?”
“Would I what?”
“Wait two thousand years for me. Would ya?”
“I’d be dead long before that.”
“But if you weren’t; if you stayed the same age, like that Rory… yeah, that was his name, Rory… like he did. Would ya?”
“Nah. Well, look at yourself. You’re no Amy Pond, are you? She’s well fit.”
That was the wrong thing to say, as evidenced by Shirley storming off.
“Where you going?” he called after her.
“Going to find something that’s not you.” At least, that’s what it sounded like she was saying as her voice faded into the crowd.
Barry decided he had to know, and so he approached the seated figure.
“Scuse me, mate, but you don’t half look like that Rory geezer off Doctor Who; him what was married to that Amy Pond. Are you? Are you him?”
“No, lovey, but I’ve been told I could pass for Rory off Mrs Brown’s Boys,” the man replied. “Whats your name, then? You on holiday here? How long you here for?”
Whether Barry was running toward Shirley or away from the Rory lookalike wasn’t clear. What was clear was that he was running!
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 40, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.