Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Jackie Tyler
Word Count: 178
Summary: A mother's worry...
Notes: I don't really know if I like this. But it's the first thing I've finished in a while, so I get to inflict it on you.
Sorry about that, love! The door, you know. Flowers. Oh, no! Got the wrong flat. Flowers for me? As if. Been years since I got flowers. Gotta send them to meself.
Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah. Yeah. I know, I know. She’s just a kid. I shouldn’t push so hard, but still. All that money to buy equipment and uniforms, then one meet and she wins the bronze and that's it! Won’t go to lessons, won’t practise. Same with schooling. She'll never be anything if she don't apply herself. Always flitting about, that one. Her father's daughter, you know, God rest his soul.
Well, it's not as if gymnastics is good for anything. My daughter’s not gonna swing on a pole for money. But what's next? Whatever catches her fancy. Wandering off is the one thing she’s good at. Not enough eyes in the world to keep on her. She just does what she wants, follows the wind, she does. One day, I swear, she’s just going to disappear and I don’t know what I’ll do.