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donutsweeper) wrote2007-10-27 09:51 am
donutsweeper) wrote2007-10-27 09:51 am
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Jack's Treasures
Title: Jack's Treasures
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Trinkets or treasures, they are what Jack holds dear
The old cigar box sits open on the desk, displaying its treasures for the world. Inside there’s a key, kept shiny and bright despite its obvious age. A photo of two young lovers, frozen forever in each other’s gaze. A single cufflink, dull and scratched. Several newspaper articles, brittle and faded. And a small ashtray, made out of clay by tiny hands, fingerprints still noticeable on the sides.
Ianto has seen the box, and its contents, many times; whether Jack leaves it out by accident or design he doesn’t know. But he knows he’ll never have the courage to ask.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Trinkets or treasures, they are what Jack holds dear
The old cigar box sits open on the desk, displaying its treasures for the world. Inside there’s a key, kept shiny and bright despite its obvious age. A photo of two young lovers, frozen forever in each other’s gaze. A single cufflink, dull and scratched. Several newspaper articles, brittle and faded. And a small ashtray, made out of clay by tiny hands, fingerprints still noticeable on the sides.
Ianto has seen the box, and its contents, many times; whether Jack leaves it out by accident or design he doesn’t know. But he knows he’ll never have the courage to ask.
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