The grass was swaying lightly in the breeze, the sky was
blue and fluffy white clouds floated overhead.
Some might have called it heaven, others would not have.
Mulder stood alone in the field, well, that was except for
her, her, her and her, they seemed to go on forever. The
vile females were skipping in a circle around him softly
chanting "Flowers!" and showering him with the putrid
things. This had to be his worst nightmare ever, even worse
than the ones about Samantha.
The worst thing was that they all looked the same. They wore
long white, flowing dresses and even worse, they wore
flowers in their hair. Pink ones, purple ones, white ones,
blue ones, showering him and almost overpowering him with
their rich, perfumed scent.
It was getting worse, now they were racing round him going
"Sir, sir.", it was getting too much and he was getting dizzy.
Then he opened his eyes, he was sitting at a booth in a
skanky downtown bar, a dark haired waitress was standing in
front of him with her hands on her hips and her dark red
lips in a recognisable pout.
"Sir?" she said almost angrily. She looked quite frustrated,
Mulder figured that it had taken her some time to wake him up.
"Uhhhh?" he said groggily.
"Your bill, sir." she handed him the small piece of paper.
He looked at it, squinting to make out the numbers.
He reached into his pocket and fished out a few bills and
placed them on the table.
"Keep the change." he mumbled as the waitress scooped up
his money.
Mulder stumbled out of the bar and into the street where
he almost fell over. He had to get a taxi, he had to get
back to his apartment, it was work tomorrow. The street
was empty, devoid of life.
The streetlamps gave the it an eerie glow.
Mulder thought he saw a figure crouching in a alleyway.
It looked like Scully, he stumbled towards her not even
thinking that she would be in bed at this hour.
"Scully?" he called, breathing heavily. He felt so tired.
"Mulder." she called back, not sounding entirely like she
usually did. She disappeared into the ally, Mulder followed her.
Then she dissapeared, Mulder looked around, confused, totally
not knowing what was happening.
He blinked trying to see if there was anywhere she could
have gone in the badly lit, smelly place.
A sound like a light being swiched on, but louder was
accompanied by the alleyway being bathed in light.
Mulder squinted trying to make out the approaching figures.
Then he saw them, the four girls from his dream, flowers and all.
He was back in the field.
"Nooooooo!" Mulder screamed as he fled from the dreadful place.
THE END
(And what a relief that must be!)
blue and fluffy white clouds floated overhead.
Some might have called it heaven, others would not have.
Mulder stood alone in the field, well, that was except for
her, her, her and her, they seemed to go on forever. The
vile females were skipping in a circle around him softly
chanting "Flowers!" and showering him with the putrid
things. This had to be his worst nightmare ever, even worse
than the ones about Samantha.
The worst thing was that they all looked the same. They wore
long white, flowing dresses and even worse, they wore
flowers in their hair. Pink ones, purple ones, white ones,
blue ones, showering him and almost overpowering him with
their rich, perfumed scent.
It was getting worse, now they were racing round him going
"Sir, sir.", it was getting too much and he was getting dizzy.
Then he opened his eyes, he was sitting at a booth in a
skanky downtown bar, a dark haired waitress was standing in
front of him with her hands on her hips and her dark red
lips in a recognisable pout.
"Sir?" she said almost angrily. She looked quite frustrated,
Mulder figured that it had taken her some time to wake him up.
"Uhhhh?" he said groggily.
"Your bill, sir." she handed him the small piece of paper.
He looked at it, squinting to make out the numbers.
He reached into his pocket and fished out a few bills and
placed them on the table.
"Keep the change." he mumbled as the waitress scooped up
his money.
Mulder stumbled out of the bar and into the street where
he almost fell over. He had to get a taxi, he had to get
back to his apartment, it was work tomorrow. The street
was empty, devoid of life.
The streetlamps gave the it an eerie glow.
Mulder thought he saw a figure crouching in a alleyway.
It looked like Scully, he stumbled towards her not even
thinking that she would be in bed at this hour.
"Scully?" he called, breathing heavily. He felt so tired.
"Mulder." she called back, not sounding entirely like she
usually did. She disappeared into the ally, Mulder followed her.
Then she dissapeared, Mulder looked around, confused, totally
not knowing what was happening.
He blinked trying to see if there was anywhere she could
have gone in the badly lit, smelly place.
A sound like a light being swiched on, but louder was
accompanied by the alleyway being bathed in light.
Mulder squinted trying to make out the approaching figures.
Then he saw them, the four girls from his dream, flowers and all.
He was back in the field.
"Nooooooo!" Mulder screamed as he fled from the dreadful place.
THE END
(And what a relief that must be!)