Dancing Sunlight
A scene
By Gumnut
5 Jul 2004

It sparkled through the shadows, dancing like a thousand individual lights. The blue of the sky beyond washed white by its brilliance.

Sunlight.

He was moving.

Flat on his back.

But moving.

Sideways.

He found it odd, but for some reason he wasn’t worried.

He lay back and idly watched the tops of the trees move slowly past, fascinated by the sunlit sparkle.

His mind wandered.

At some point he became aware of the rumble beneath him, the gentle thrum, and the silky smooth surface he was resting on. He found the rhythmic vibration comforting.

The light continued to dance.

Where was he?

“Michael?”

Kitt?

“Michael, please do not move.”

“Kitt?”

“I am here. You are safe. But you have been injured, please do not move.”

As if in rebellion, he twitched the fingers of his right hand. The cool feel of glass under his fingertips.

“Where am I?”

“Michael, there was an explosion.”

An explosion.

Heat.

Fire.

Falling.

“You fell.”

He fell.

He twitched the fingers of his left hand and found his arm draped across his curiously numb body.

“Please, Michael, don’t move.”

“Why not?” He found the sound of his own voice suddenly startling.

The trees continued to pass slowly above him, the dappled sunlight rippling across his face, and for a moment there was no answer.

“Because I caught you.” There was a hitch in Kitt’s electronic voice. “You are injured, Michael, please do not move.”

And then it struck him as to where he was.

Kitt’s hood was warm under his back, though he must have tilted it upwards slightly to secure him from falling off. He was sandwiched between it and Kitt’s windshield.

Kitt was carrying him.

The sunlight danced.

The engine throbbed beneath him.

Kitt had caught him. He had fallen.

The sunlight danced.

“Michael!”

Kitt had caught him.

“Michael!”

The sunlight danced.

He was safe. Kitt had him.

“Michael, please!”

Kitt?

The sunlight danced.

And faded away.

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TBC?