The Stuff of Dreams

by e-pony

A missing-scene drabble for "You Don't Hear the One That Gets You."

Obligatory disclaimer: I don't own the judge. I don't own the ex-con either. And despite all the money in this drabble, I'm not making a single cent from my fanfic efforts.

A one hundred-word missing scene from "You Don't Hear the One That Gets You," for Owl's drabble challenge, of course. Thanks to the aforementioned Owl for encouragement, research and supplied materials.

The Stuff of Dreams

by e-pony

Paper currency drifted and swirled like the contents of a millionaire's snow globe. Caught between disbelief and despair, McCormick stood mute while the detritus of dreams settled around him, mingled with debris from the blast. Sighing, he shook his head. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… loser to loser. Nothing had changed.

Aching shoulders slumped beneath the weight of reality, as he stared in morbid fascination at the scene. He barely registered Melissa's voice, pleading her innocence – never felt the warm hand that settled on his back.

Then, "C'mon, kiddo." A gruff voice reached him. "It's time to go home."