Author's Notes: I was reading the message board at USA Network and noticed that some of the folks there were writing "flash fics" (100 words or less). Needless to say, I suck at writing under 100 words. LOL 500 words or less, I can do. Under 100 words is dang near impossible. Anyway, this idea had been rolling around in my head for awhile. I figured I'd post it to give me a break from the other 2 stories I'm writing. LO:CI and its characters belong to Dick Wolf and company; I'm just borrowing them for a while. Read and enjoy. :o)
Bobby laid there in the dark, staring up at the bedroom ceiling, his hands behind his head. Sleep was eluding him once again. It had been ever since he got suspended. He reflected on how everything in his life had gone downhill since the death of his mother and her deathbed revelation that his real father might be a serial killer. He sighed heavily as he thought about how his life had turned out. As he laid there thinking, a prayer he had learned as a child crept unbidden into his mind.
"Now I lay me down to sleep," Bobby mentally scoffed. "HA! Sleep?! What is that?" he thought.
"I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep." "Soul? What soul do I have? If Mark Ford Brady is my real father, then I have no soul."
"If I should die before I wake," "There goes that silly concept of sleep again," he sarcastically thought.
"I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take." "He wouldn't take my soul even if it wasn't tainted."
Bobby was surprised when a yawn escaped from his mouth, a sign that sleep was finally coming. He yawned again as he turned to lay on his side. As Bobby drifted off to sleep, a tiny voice in the back of his mind said, "Kid, you are so wrong. I wish there more souls like yours in this world."