“Look, Hutch… I’m laying the whole world at your feet.”
A short filler from the 2006 SHareCon Zine.
Hutch, prepared for death and then not dying, said the ocean robbed him of perspective. Finding the horizon, terminus for sea and sky, far too finite for his taste.
Thinking ‘flat line’ with a shudder, Starsky humored him, held him, kissed the crest of Hutch’s head where new hair staked its tentative claim.
“Let’s take a ride,” he ventured; Route 5 north — twenty hours all told — finding a mountaintop in Washington high enough for him to take the plunge.
“Look, Hutch… I’m laying the whole world at your feet.”
Hutch loved the way the Devil got into his partner sometimes.
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