TITLE: Dreams of Flight (155 Words)
AUTHOR: Marlen
RATED: PG
CATEGORY: Post-Col Vignette
KEYWORDS: William
SPOILER: None.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop a note so I can visit.
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine to take. Not a dime to be
made from it either. Please pay in form of feedback.
SUMMARY: It wasn't supposed to be like this.
THANKS: To Lenore for quick beta and title help.:)
AUTHOR NOTES: This follows my previous stories "Red" and "Into
Darkness," but can be read on its own.
Dreams of Flight (155 Words)
by Marlen
~~~
Lifting his arms up in the air, he makes his request known.
"Daddy, I wanna fly."
Unable to resist his son's plea, his father lifts him up into
the air higher and higher until he swears he can touch the
clouds.
The wind tingles his skin and with arms straight out for proper
navigation, he proclaims, "Daddy, I'm flying. I'm flying..."
He wakes not in his comfy bed adorned with innocent puppies and
kittens, but in a cot with a scratchy old blanket to keep him
warm...it doesn't.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He shuts his eyes in an effort to recapture the feelings of
warmth and love he felt in his dream...his past, but it's too
late.
Twenty years too late.
He will have to wait until another opportunity for sleep
presents itself...another opportunity to feel safe in the arms
of his father.
Right now, he's got a future to fight for.
~end~
Feedback is as good as chocolate...so feed my sweet-tooth at
crmv@aol.com
For more stories visit my website at
http://marlensxfiles.homestead.com
February 2, 2002
AUTHOR: Marlen
RATED: PG
CATEGORY: Post-Col Vignette
KEYWORDS: William
SPOILER: None.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop a note so I can visit.
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine to take. Not a dime to be
made from it either. Please pay in form of feedback.
SUMMARY: It wasn't supposed to be like this.
THANKS: To Lenore for quick beta and title help.:)
AUTHOR NOTES: This follows my previous stories "Red" and "Into
Darkness," but can be read on its own.
Dreams of Flight (155 Words)
by Marlen
~~~
Lifting his arms up in the air, he makes his request known.
"Daddy, I wanna fly."
Unable to resist his son's plea, his father lifts him up into
the air higher and higher until he swears he can touch the
clouds.
The wind tingles his skin and with arms straight out for proper
navigation, he proclaims, "Daddy, I'm flying. I'm flying..."
He wakes not in his comfy bed adorned with innocent puppies and
kittens, but in a cot with a scratchy old blanket to keep him
warm...it doesn't.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He shuts his eyes in an effort to recapture the feelings of
warmth and love he felt in his dream...his past, but it's too
late.
Twenty years too late.
He will have to wait until another opportunity for sleep
presents itself...another opportunity to feel safe in the arms
of his father.
Right now, he's got a future to fight for.
~end~
Feedback is as good as chocolate...so feed my sweet-tooth at
crmv@aol.com
For more stories visit my website at
http://marlensxfiles.homestead.com
February 2, 2002