The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and then down again.
It is said, or it has been said, for centuries untold, that when one is about to die, their life flashes before their eyes. Their birth, their childhood, their first kiss, their adulthood, their...
Lennie shook, for that instant, his mind unknowing of the events playing out just behind him. He didn't know, but in that millisecond, he smiled; his demons of only a few minutes earlier replaced by beautiful caricatures, with soothing voices.
For one moment, he heard crying, the crying of a baby. He could not comprehend it, and he let go.
The next, he heard giggling, the giggling of a child. He smiled, but let go.
He soon heard cooing, and he could not understand. He moved on.
He then felt a hand on his shoulder. He laughed.
"George!" he said, but no sound came out. He did not care.
He twirled in this second, he danced. He felt all the velvet he could - by God, he did - and tended to the rabbits.
He felt a kiss on the lips, but he didn't know where it came from. He felt a tear drop on to his body, but he knew not it's source.
And finally - finally - he felt arms wrapped around his body.
"George!"
He pulled back, giggling, watching George's proud face and tear-filled eyes.
He smiled, and sank back into the pillow of his dreams.
:'(