Unbe-lie-vable
*slight spoilers for Ashes to Ashes ep.1*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*wipes away tears*
I can't believe I wrote this! I really, really can't. I can't believe I even posted this. Unbelievable. Utterly unbelievable. Unbeta-ed.
This was one of those things where you close your eyes and write. Let all the emotions, thoughts, deceased sanity and heart out through your fingertips, disregarding spelling and grammar. That's what I did. And I don't know how it turned out. I really don't. Please tell me how it came across, even if literature or drabble isn't your thing. I am a descriptive writer; but does it make sense? Does it strike a cord?
Anyway; about it. I just saw Ashes to Ashes, the spin-off from Life on Mars. I like it, but I would like it even better if Chris hadn't changed from adorable clueless puppy-dog-like div to a racist loud div. He lost his cuteness. I hope he goes back to clueless soon because of Alex. Sam had an impact on him, so mabey Alex will too. And I'm going to miss the prowess of "doin' it by my book" Gene. He's even gotten polite. To a point. And I'm even going to miss the Test Card F girl and all her scariness. Although Zippy whathisname and the clown are freaky. And Sam knew how to tone things down a bit; between the line of madness and showing people you're mad.
Enough ramblings.
This can be anyone of CID, I guess. Who on earth wears a scarf? Nelson? Annie (although I did say "his scarf" but I'm willing to let you ignore that)? No clue.
Oh, and it's about Life on Mars, but you don't have to watch it to read this... although you should watch it; it's bloody fantastic.
I don't own Life on Mars nor Ashes to Ashes. If I did I would keep Sam in my telly and Chris could be my div-tastic puppy-dog. It belongs to the BBC.
To the drabble!
Rain sheets fell down on the car, a scarf pulled around his neck; a garish of colours against the black and white and sepia. Eyes close in an effort to forget, but only exacerbates the memory.
How could I forget that man who made my world burst into unimaginable shades and fluorescents of colour?
They never found his body.
Is that false hope? Don't give me pity, all I want to know is his heart, indefinitely.
Nothing is harsher than when life itself comes and goes without a definite end. Truth, alas, is the most unbelievable thing.
Let me go into the unbelievable.