“Need to Touch”

A “Sweet Revenge” Drabble

by Linda B.

 

 

 

A finger twitched, the only sign of life, as I stared at Starsky’s blood pooling on the cement beneath him. I clutched that hand, willing him with all my strength to hang on.

 

“Hutch, you have to let go now.” Captain Dobey’s hand firmly tightened around mine. “The paramedics need to load him into the ambulance.”

 

Instinctively, I knew Dobey was right—every second counted, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. My mind screamed that if I did I might never feel his warmth, his life, again—that he would no longer protect my back, and I his.