short story chapter one

The kind of life you fight for

The rain fell hard, almost as hard as his feet falling to the pavement. He ran and the rain stung his eyes, and mixed with his tears. Looking back the ground fading and the street lights disappearing, looking forward the fog swallowed him, until all he felt was the burning in his lungs from running so hard. Then the pavement came rushing at his face, he felt the warm blood coming out of his nose and he slipped into a cold wet sleep.

After what seemed like decades John awoke, his blonde hair matted to his head like an old wool hat. The air smelled sweet, and the sun filtered through the trees, as he sat up he felt the soft grass under hand. What had happened, one moment he was running for his life, and now he was in some sort of nature park. "Okay, I see! This is a dream, my party days have caught up to me, I am A. In a coma, or B. dead. " he stood on shaky legs and checked out his surroundings. "Definitely dead, this place can not be real..."

A calm stream flowed nearby, and he could have sworn the animals were watching him! "Calm creek, cool breeze, small woodland creatures...I must have really tied one on last night, we are so not in Kansas anymore Toto." He laughed as he thought of witches, and tornados and far away lands in fairy tales. "The wiz has nothing on this place. " He looked down at his watch hoping to find some small bit of reality, and of course, the face was crushed, one of the hands missing. "Worthless piece of shit!" He took it off and hurled it into the woods. A fraction of a second later it came hurdling back at him smacking him in the head. "Shit! Let me guess, it must have hit the cowardly lion. "

"With all due respect, they call me Jane, and that thing you are throwing around rudely interrupted our corners... Now if you'll excuse me."
His heart sank, then swam, then sank, the most beautiful woman stood before him. Her mouse brown hair fell around her shoulders and met in the back with a braid held by wild flowers. Her skin seemed to glow with a faint blue light, and the air stirred with the scent of lilac as she turned quietly to go...

to be continued, possibly