"I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven." Louisa May Alcott - Little Women - Spoken by Beth to Jo.

The gun was there on the floor, right there where the Doctor had made Francine Jones drop it.

Right there.

How easy it would be, should be, for Lucy to bend and retrieve it, silent in her red silk. Nobody was watching her; why would they, after all? She'd played her part well, hadn't given them anything to notice. And now, this was the final move.

( 'If worst comes to worst, darling, I want you to kill me.' )

Muse: Lucy Saxon
Word Count: 379

Prompt: Ambiguity

‘Another thing, Mr. Saxon, I would suggest a little less ambiguity on the topic of your time at Cambridge.’

‘Oh?’ Harold Saxon raised a pointedly polite eyebrow, cocking his head at the section of text Lucy was indicating with one red-nailed finger. She smiled, easily playing along.

‘People love a school story, Mr. Saxon. Adolescent cleverness, a spot of buggery behind the library, all the classic nonsense.’

( Saxon looked at her in barely concealed amusement. 'And what happens if I didn't actually engage in any recreational buggery during my time at university?' )

Character: Lucy Saxon
Word Count: 320