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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

taking flight...IV...final

"I don't want to turn around." He said, after considering for a while.

"You must have faith." The woman said.

"Faith in what? Faith is nothing but the blind belief in a fantasy." He said, with some bitterness.

"For some, maybe. But for many, faith is the act of balancing hope against doubt. Do you have hope?" She said.

"I did, once."

"Turn around." She said, quietly.

He turned around and saw a cave in the ice, a blue light filtering through it. The shape of the cave was that of the woman, the silhouette, but she was nowhere to be found. He walked into the cave, and could see that there was a soft warm light issuing from the farther end of the cave. The cold bit at his hands and his feet. Soon he couldn't feel his legs, or his arms, but he pressed on. Just as he thought he would lose consciousness, he saw it, a green and pleasant land. He saw it as if through a mist, or a cloud. He heard the sound of a little river, it seemed to be singing a tune that his little Diamond had sang so many times before.

Then, from over a distant green hill, a boy came running. It was Diamond, his little Diamond. He tried to reach out, but he could not feel the rest of his body. He felt like a spirit watching, unseen. Little Diamond ran in circles and laughed, other children joined him and danced together on the grass. He smiled, and was happy. Hope returned in his heart as he watched, then all went dark.

"Wake up! Oh please! Wake up father!"

He was drenched. The taste of salt water on his lips told him all he needed to know. He could hear the sounds of surf mingled with the muffled sounds of people running and coming closer to him. Someone was already there, however, hovering over him and grasping him and lifting him off the rocky ground, but he couldn't see anything, all was complete blackness.

"He'll be fine miss, just let us get him back....it don't look like he broke nothing."

He moaned as they picked him up and carried him off. He had, however, finally found peace.

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: toadman : at Tuesday, December 05, 2006 |