Olivia held onto George's hand. He made be in his 50s, but this hand looked like it belonged to a 100 year old. George was frail and he could feel death creep along his bedroom floor.
"Love one another." He closed his eyes, never to open them again. His wife cried into her son's shoulder, wanting to always remember his lasts words.
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George stood up in a field of strawberries. He looked down at his hand, it was youthful. He was in his twenties again. In a distance, there on a hill, was a long table, George could see figures sitting there. He ran up the hill. There sat Brain, John ,Maureen, and Linda, . John shot up and hugged George.
" Well look who finally decided to show up." John finally spoke.
"Where am I?" George asked, looking back at the strawberry field.
"Well heaven of course." Brain said, sipping his tea.
" It's wonderful."
" How are they?"
" Fine. Still making music, still performing."
" Paul will die on that stage, I just know it." Linda replied.
" Maybe when they finally come, we can preform together." John guided him to his seat.
" A Beatles reunion?"
" Why not?"
"Yeah, why not?" They clinked their tea cups and ate marshmallow pies.