Meeting the Raggedy ManA Story by Kimmi FrostThe story of when Andi Rey met the Raggedy man called the DoctorShe was 17 when she met and was visiting London with her college as part of her history assignment. She was fascinated by the bright blue police box that stood on the edge of Trafalgar Square, half hidden by a cluster of trees. She had not seen it the day before and wanted to know where it came from. When she first saw it, she turned to her history tutor. ‘Mr Williams, where has the blue police box come from? I didn’t know they still had them?’ she questioned him, puzzled. Her teacher looked up at the blue box with amazement, ‘they don’t, it must be a fake one for something, it looks very realistic though, very historically accurate. Good spot Miss Rey’, with that he turned back to the group and started to talk about the historic importance of Trafalgar Square. Andi turned to look at the box once more, this time, she saw
a man walk into the box, poking his head out to make sure nobody was looking;
thankfully he had not seen her. The man looked like he was in his late 20’s or early 30’s,
his hair was brown and longish, it had been swept to one side and the fringe
flopped forward. His forehead was creased in concentration and although she did
not see specific features from this distance, she did notice he had a strong
jawline, one unlike any she had seen. His clothes were not what Andi, or anybody
else for that matter would call fashionable, but they strangely suited them. He
wore a red squiggly shirt, a burgundy bow tie, ‘seriously’, she thought, ‘who
wears a bow tie now?’, he wore a brown tweed jacket with a darker brown,
leather elbow patches. He wore tight, skinny, dark blue jeans and brown,
leather, tied up boots. He was tallish but not exactly a giant and the way he
moved seemed childish and over dramatic. He popped his head back into the box and vanished. Andi kept
an eye on it, waiting for the mad to come out but after a full ten minutes he
was still in there. ‘What in the name is he doing in there?’ she asked herself.
She sat there, debating whether or not to go and see and in the end she decided
to, how bad could it be? It is only a box of about four foot across and seven
foot high. She stood up and walked towards the box. She sighed as she got closer
and reached for the door. What she saw inside was not what she was expecting. © 2014 Kimmi FrostAuthor's Note
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Added on June 4, 2014 Last Updated on June 4, 2014 AuthorKimmi FrostWallasey, Wirral, United KingdomAboutHi. So about me? I'm 17 years of age, I procrastinate (a lot!), I love writing as a kind of escape, I can be influenced to write something by literally anything from a news story to the way a person l.. more.. |

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