The Return.....

As promised in my earlier post, here is a small snippet of "October Moon." (which is the current working title) I have found that there is a movie by the same name, but like I said this is the "working title" I'm open to review and commentary and do know I am looking for open and honest criticism. Please Email me editing ideas and this work is copied and backed, please do not copy or re-post this without my permission.


The Return (October '07)

He hadn’t had that dream in years, a flash, the searing pain, her screaming and blood, blood everywhere. He sat upright in a cold sweat, reaching for the bedside light. His chest hurt, he absently rubbed where the a faint scar sat on his breast bone, that bullet wound was 17 years old, white and faded there was no reason for it to hurt, yet tonight it did. The clock on the night stand read 2:00 am, why do nightmares always occur at 2 am and why all of the sudden was he dreaming of her again. He wasn’t going to get back to sleep tonight; he flipped back the covers, got out of bed, staring out the window. The fall moonlight casting long shadows along the ground. He glanced down and looked at his work cases, the handles glinting from the light cast from the small lamp. He’d been doing this for too long, maybe that was it. Maybe it was time for a change in his career. The rest of the team would be in here in two or three weeks. He’d headed out early, he wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the fact that this was his home town, or maybe it was the fact that she’d filled his every waking thought for the last two months. He shook his head and laughed to himself, one too many maybe’s lately. He picked his wallet up off of the dresser and flipped it open to the pictures. There she was 19 years old forever; his favorite picture was the one of her chin resting in one hand watching off in the distance. She was such a contrast to him, smaller, but not frail, were he was dark she was fair. He shook himself to scatter the past and looked down at the cases on the floor again, they held the tools of his trade, a life and a job that took her from him in a single act of violence. He should have told that he was working undercover, maybe she would have stood a chance, and maybe she would still be alive. They were after him; she was simply an innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time. He sighed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window. In the morning he would drive over to the reservation and maybe see his father, then he’d head over to the church, Dan Ross was now the pastor there. Dan had been his best friend and his partner on the force a lifetime ago. That was before he’d been shot and that was before Dans’ little sister and the one woman he ever truly loved had died in his arms.