Sam and Jason something

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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.

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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.