Earth
Part 3 of Falling
A drabble
By The Nut
9 Nov 2003

Shattered china.

Broken glass.

Dust on his tongue.

Blood in the dirt.

The ground was rough beneath his fingertips. Small, dry tufts of grass scratched his skin, small burrs burrowing into his clothes, hidden in the dark.

He groaned, rolling over.

And met pain.

The earth black, mocked him.

But the sky was full of stars.

They stared at him sleepily, and for a moment he was at peace.

Ignoring the pain.

Ignoring the shock.

Ignoring the long journey that was to come.

Ignoring existence.

It could wait for a moment.

For now it was just him, and the stars.

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FIN.