Dear God it's happened, I'm writing fic!
Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Er, so this comes straight from my last post's comments. LJ, this is all your fault.
What Dreams May Come
Sometimes, there is life after death…
The explosion had rocked the neighborhood. No one could understand what had happened. By the next morning, the following facts were known: a house that none of them could remember being there the previous day had been utterly destroyed, and a young man had been hurtled into George Sheppard’s backyard, badly injured. He had promptly taken the boy to the St. Luke’s, the nearest hospital.
The next day, no one else seemed to remember anything about the incident. When Sheppard would mention it, his neighbors started giving him strange looks, and asking him if he’d gotten enough sleep. Behind his back, they were more blunt, and popular opinion held that the American military man had gone absolutely barmy.
To convince himself that he was sane, Sheppard took to visiting the young man in the hospital. As long as the boy was there, he thought, there was some outside evidence that something had happened.
Three weeks passed before the boy who had landed in his azaleas woke up.
That's what I've got right now.
Sometimes, there is life after death…
The explosion had rocked the neighborhood. No one could understand what had happened. By the next morning, the following facts were known: a house that none of them could remember being there the previous day had been utterly destroyed, and a young man had been hurtled into George Sheppard’s backyard, badly injured. He had promptly taken the boy to the St. Luke’s, the nearest hospital.
The next day, no one else seemed to remember anything about the incident. When Sheppard would mention it, his neighbors started giving him strange looks, and asking him if he’d gotten enough sleep. Behind his back, they were more blunt, and popular opinion held that the American military man had gone absolutely barmy.
To convince himself that he was sane, Sheppard took to visiting the young man in the hospital. As long as the boy was there, he thought, there was some outside evidence that something had happened.
Three weeks passed before the boy who had landed in his azaleas woke up.
That's what I've got right now.
