the sky suspended
Karen's eyes opened slowly. very slowly. a thin strip of lightening shot through her head, her eyes, the pain blinding her. held in her hand: a piece of metal that had once been a door handle. to her left the limp, lifeless body of her dad lay, peaceful. he finally retired. nothing's so beautiful as seeing the world after what you assumed to be the last time you'd see it. after your life flashes before your eyes, everything seems so beautiful, and in perspective. the dead bodies, smells of charred flesh, didn't bother her. she was peaceful and the world was fading to white. her father's patrol car was little more than the front half of it, having been torn from the explosion. only fragments of the police van remained. surely most everyone was dead.
peacefully, the world fading to white, Karen laid her head down. she barely whispered "Buck..." before she was gone.
The white light was bright. painfully bright. loud, fuzzy voices echoed around her. she opened her eyes again. Sharon, no, mother, stood before her. After the obligatory "thank gods" and whatnot's, karen was ready for mother to leave.
The details of the story came slowly... a gas leak, a spark, missing people thrown from the explosions, bodies too charred to identify, oh god i hope bucky's alright. If there is a god in heaven, let him be alright.
meanwhile, miles away, an old man miles away stumbled across a forlorn, injured body in the middle of a field.
"Surely," thought the old man, "this body can't have been thrown here by that explosion... it was at least half a mile away."
The body stirred, groaned, but did not awaken.
The old man, at a loss for anyhting else to do, picked the body up and began to carry it to his house. along the way the boy's belt, with a custom buckle that said "Bucky", fell off.
peacefully, the world fading to white, Karen laid her head down. she barely whispered "Buck..." before she was gone.
The white light was bright. painfully bright. loud, fuzzy voices echoed around her. she opened her eyes again. Sharon, no, mother, stood before her. After the obligatory "thank gods" and whatnot's, karen was ready for mother to leave.
The details of the story came slowly... a gas leak, a spark, missing people thrown from the explosions, bodies too charred to identify, oh god i hope bucky's alright. If there is a god in heaven, let him be alright.
meanwhile, miles away, an old man miles away stumbled across a forlorn, injured body in the middle of a field.
"Surely," thought the old man, "this body can't have been thrown here by that explosion... it was at least half a mile away."
The body stirred, groaned, but did not awaken.
The old man, at a loss for anyhting else to do, picked the body up and began to carry it to his house. along the way the boy's belt, with a custom buckle that said "Bucky", fell off.