O.k...
 This has been brewing since I watched an ep of Macross 7 about an hour
ago....
 Yes, it's written cold. But heck I haven't really felt like writng at all
for at least 2 weeks.




                        Lilly



  He WAS perfect.

 She stood, half-obscured by the tree and quietly and watched him.

 The artificial sun created on the disc overhead sent it's warm rays to
dapple his tanned form through the leaves.

 She had seen him coming out of his house and walking distractedly toward
the main park.
  Naturally she had followed.
 He had seemd quite distracted lately, and not in the usual
lost-in-thought way he was when she could tell he was creating or
even playing music in his mmind.
 Something was bothering him.
 She could feel it.
 She had several ideas on what it might be but had hesitated to act upon
her suppositions.
 She had failed to act and now she felt his distress.

 She moved closer cradling the boquet in both arms.
 The scent of the flowers was sharp agains the smells of the trees.
 Sharp but sweet.

 She had never dared but now....


  Creeping foreward she saw that in sleep the lins on his face had faded.
 She even fancied that he had the beggings of a faint smile.
 She watched as his broad chest rose and fell with a gentle regularity and
nodded to herself.
 He needed his rest.

 She was 20 feet away, 10.

  She set the flowers to the grownd gently so that they would not be
spoiled.
 She opened her purse.

  She moved foreward now and could see wonderful form and definition of
his arms.. of his gentle musicians fingers.

 She longed to be held, to hear him singing softly to her as he stroked
her hair.

in her satin slippers, - now stained from the grass, she moved to be with
him.

 She knelt becide him slowly in such a way that her shadow would not fall
upon him and possibly wake him.
 The injector didn't even really hiss when she used it. 
 He never stirred at all.

 She rose again, slowly as to not wake him and gathered up her flowers.

 She returned.

 The injection dind't even hurt at all. She had known it wouldn't. She had
practiced with it many times using distilled water, and every time she had
done so she had felt a shivver of anticipation.
 
 She lay down and nestled her head onto  his chest, smelling the
delightful spicy smell of him.
 
 She placed his arms about her and she felt his warmth.

 She felt drousy now.

 She let go of the flowers and felt them spill across both of them.

 This was the way they were supposed to be. Together.



                             *FIN*






As I said this was just a little bit of fun but please let me know if it
was a total toss-off in your opinioon.

 And, let me know if this has any similair ideas to anyone else's ideas
for this program. If not, why not... it seems pretty obvious.

 Well, maybe to a total sicky like myself :)



Neil





      
  
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     Nene   Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene   
                    I met a Lady in the Meads,
                    Full beautiful, a faery's child,
                    Her hair was long, her foot was light
                    And her eyes were wild.
                                            J.Keats
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           Agent Of Chaos. Robyn, Duke of Amber. Unicorn Knight
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