#dorrell

I love you nana Name tatted adjacent on my left shoulder Clutching a quilt Wanting your hands to hold me closer It’s been years since my head has been in your hands I’m sure my hair would lay on your shoulder Softly as you tell me to eat Nana I can’t remember everything said to me But I remember each time you prayed with me I remember your cardigan Thin and warm Just like you You would remind me…

She was examining the vial under a micro scope trying to verify  the contents and takeing out just a little bit to try and sprinkle it on a near by object it started floating up and away. “what the?” She exclaims and tries a bit more it too floats up oddly and starts to move. Oh that’s nice it must be a defective batch. But just to be sure she chanced sprinkling  just a mite more on a stool that too went up. 

She followed it too, the Bakerstreet’s flat. Her brow furled. As it hovered over a chair she well knew as she picked through the window her brows went up. John? what the bloody hell. John was like her brother. She shook her head, the only way she’d ever think of him other wise would be if tragedy stuck them both..maybe..if that part of her didn’t die with Dor.