“Well, this is awkward”
She told him the Merchant of Venice was her favorite Shakespearean play and to impress her, The Doctor decided to take his new companion to the very first performance at the court of King James. From the vast wardrobe aboard the Tardis, they chose elegant garb befitting of a royal performance. A perfect plan. Until they stepped out the door.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
The vast, sandy beach before them was dotted with large, multi-colored umbrellas. To the right, a long pier jetting out over a vast blue ocean. And to the left…
“Doctor… this does not look like 17th century London”
To the left stood a pot-bellied man wearing barely anything at all.
“A little overdressed wouldn’t you say.”
The man stood in front of a small shack, advertised by a large yellow surfboard with the words “Venice Beach – Nudity Preferred.” Noticing the man’s watch, the Doctor asked for the time. Two-oh-Five in the afternoon, or in military time, 16:05. A big mistake indeed.
Trying to make light of the situation, the Doctor asked his companion if she wanted to make the best of the situation. Her reaction told him it was time to look for a new companion.
My apologies to Doctor Who and really good fan fiction.
This story was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction March 19, 2017
Redbuds and Roserocks 