The second of two possible posters that may or may not have circulated Sweden for some months after the "Pool Incident" and Oskars leaving home.
Of course this poster should have come first, but here it is!
Thanks of the special sort to intrige!
Trooper Darren McAllister was on pins and needles as he trailed the mysterious Explorer. Just a few more miles, and they would hit the Maryland state line where, he had been told, the federal boys would be waiting to take over this highly unusual assignment. Then he could go back to pulling over speeders and make his monthly quota.
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone,
‘Cause everything is.
And you search for it, and you hurt for it,
And you promise each other you’ll work on it,
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours.
But, that’s everything.
-Has-Lo
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“Eli!”
Eli looked back as Oskar came running over the hill with an excited look on his face.
“Where were you?!” Eli said in mock anger, trying to cover up her actual relief. It felt like she had been looking for Oskar for a long time now.
…Too long.
This is my first attempt at a series. And...I don't have much of it figured out yet. So I'm kind of pulling together as I go.
I'm also hoping this FF will be a bit different from the others in terms of the story.
Enjoy...
“Enjoy the little things,
for one day you may look back and realize
they were the big things.”
-Robert Brault
....................
Oskar Eriksson
Eli looked up from the torn piece of newspaper she was holding in her hand and at the headstone.
Oskar Eriksson
This was it. This was him now. A rounded stone. A rock.
“Dreams are real as long as they last.
Can we say more of life?”
-Havelock Ellis
“Grandpa!!”
Oskar jumped slightly as he was startled by the sudden yell of children. He had been staring out the window contemplating the winter. So barren and lifeless made so beautiful just by sprinkling a little bit of white powder around. He loved winter. Though the reason for this seasonal love he couldn’t remember….
They were a quarter-way across Chain Bridge, and Jed was reasonably sure they were not being followed. Eli sat in the middle, sniffing and wiping his eyes and nose; Dave, riding shotgun, was as stiff as a board and kept glancing in the side-view. Jed rolled down his window, swerved briefly into the oncoming traffic lane, and heaved his pistol out. It sailed over a tall metal guardrail and disappeared into the darkness toward the Potomac River below.
Well...What to say.
I have always enjoyed writing and this little piece right here is included. I hope everyone who reads it, gets at least a little something out of it. I know I have gotten a lot out of the other FF on this site.
I think I wrote this for myself just as much as for everyone else. Death is something everybody has to face. Its hard. I think me writing this has a lot to do with that. To help me face it, and know everything I love and cherish will one day be gone and I can't bring it with me. Then I will be forgotten. No trace.
She was standing at the foot of a green hill beneath a brilliant blue sky. At the top of the hill there was a swingset. A figure was on one swing, swinging back and forth. There was joy in the swinging; a carefree happiness that drew her upward.
“So, you’re willing to have the echo, huh?” Dr. Goodwin strode into the conference room, a rolled sheaf of papers sticking out of one pocket of his doctor’s coat, a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
He smiled, pumped Jed’s hand and gave him a pat on the back. “Howya doing, Jed?--no need to get up. You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?” Without waiting for an answer he stepped over to Eli, who had turned away from the window toward him, and shook his hand, too. “Good to see you, kid.”
