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Oh my gosh.
So this was a spot I was holding for a little Sam and Jason...not exactly a coda and not exactly for Halloween. But a little something with Jason and Sam.
I got the idea from my friend Steve Leonard. It's called THE RETURN and it starts thusly:
“I can’t believe you thought I was dead.”
Ethan was laughing, but there was that slightly defensive
note in his voice that Sam remembered. His light, restless gaze avoided Sam’s,
and Sam remembered that too.
“Hell, yes, I thought you were dead.” Sam did not want to
recall the horror of the thing in that shallow grave. The thing that had been
wearing the tattered rags of Ethan’s red plaid shirt and rotted jeans with the
smear of viridian on what remained of the frayed hem.
If not, Ethan? Who? Who had been buried in that grave
wearing Ethan’s clothes?
“And that you’d tell my dad!”
Sam’s attention jerked back to Ethan. “Why wouldn’t you
tell him if you were still alive?”
“If I was still alive?” Ethan gaped.
Yeah, he was right. That was a strange thing to say. This was
Ethan. So why was he resisting the idea? Why didn’t he want to accept what was
right in front of him? This was more than a relief, so much more than good news.
This bordered on miraculous.
So why that unsteady but persistent flicker of unease?
Would he have known him if he’d passed him in the street?
Yes.
He’d have known Ethan anywhere.
Sure, he had changed. He was older. Mature. A man. There
were little flecks of gray in his unruly eyebrows, same as his father. Silver
threads in his soft, dark hair. He still wore it the same: soft waves springing
up from his forehead. He was thin. There were crow’s feet around his blue eyes;
his fine boned face had a weathered look, and it wasn’t all from painting
outdoors in hard sunlight.
Needless to say, I forgot all about holding a space on my blog for it!
It's not quite done. I'll share it here next Halloween. ;-)
Sorry for the confusion.
