Hey, gang. This is a real shortie. A Post Sweet Revenge story. Close to death, Starsky lies in a
coma.....Inspired by John Lennon's
song #9 Dream
:-)
Seemed So Real
By
Lin P.
He was lying in tall grass. It moved in gentle waves around
him, reaching in to lightly tap his face then fall back again. His hand was warm and he turned it over and
over, wondering why. Drowsily, he pulled himself up. He was on the side of a hill... alone...the only sounds soft
rustling of the breezes in the grass. He walked towards the top of the slope.
At the crest he stopped and marvelled at the sky, the bluest
he'd ever seen, above and all around him. He squinted into a brilliant sun, its
yellow-gold rays streaming out to the horizon.
Faint sounds of children's laughter, caught on the wind,
drifted to his ears and he looked down.
Below him the hill slid easily downwards, a swaying, green
carpet dotted with wildflowers. It levelled off then sprawled into a field.
Standing in the field was a tall, round tree. Its branches reached high and
billowed out thickly, shading the children under it. They chased each other
around the wide grey trunk, their shrieks and giggles echoing in his head.
As he started down towards them he was barely aware of the
warmth slipping through his fingers.
When he was closer he paused and the children stopped their
play to grin up to him. Their welcoming faces were familiar. His eyes met one
boy's affectionate smile and his heart opened when he recognized the child. His
father.
Another voice called his name and he turned to find it.
Further up the gentle slope, standing in the high grass, his friend was
waiting. The distant figure called again and extended an arm out. He felt a
warm hand take his.
He began to climb the hill again. He looked back once.
Except for the bending grass and flowers and tree the field was quiet and
empty.
The End