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and I will simply sleep in peace until you come to me...
In the belly of the bird, they were sleeping, Danny leaning back against Clay, sticky and tumbled together in the newly returned heat. The dawn was a slow and lazy; the comfort and the quiet of it seeped into the old winged tank, settling there. Outside, the world was very green ( Read more... ) -
[for clay & ruth-anne]
It was late afternoon, almost evening, and Danny and Clay were relaxing in the light from the setting sun, long yellow beams falling across the makeshift deck around the Belle. The sound of the waves was coming and going with the breeze and it made Danny think of Coney Island, where he'd spent almost ever summer up until the Airforce took over his ( Read more... ) -
[for clay]
It had been a while, and it wasn’t quite the same. The ground was too sandy and the sun was too tropic, but football was pretty much football where ever you roam. Danny lined up his fingers on the stitches and brought his arm back. He never was on a team, but working class Boston? Yeah. He’d played before ( Read more... ) -
bend, and tell me that you love me
It was supposed to be their last flight - and it will be, one way or another. Either they live or they don’t live, but this bird has seen its last. The plane shudders and there’s shouting, but Danny leans feverishly back into Clay and prays. Memphis Belle, oh darling, you’re the only girl we ever loved.
I know that I shall meet my fate ( Read more... )