1970
The ranch house must be burning pretty good by now, judging by how fast Lucas charges up the stairs. I’m sitting bedside, holding Mom’s hand and the pistol.
He just stands there for awhile. “It broke my heart when you didn’t come to your mother’s funeral.”
“What heart? Last I heard, Mom was on life-support and you turned off the machines. But you never did. Resurrection? Was that the idea?”
He smooths the sheets. “Yes, but I waited too long. The drugs I’ve used to maintain the coma have diminished your mother. I’m afraid she’s really gone now.”
“Too bad. That would have been quite a trick.”
“It sure has captured some folks’ attention. For years now, there have been rumors and whispers that I have the secret, that I possess the power to restore life. I don’t discourage them.” He stares fondly at his wife. “The Blue Light Project. Where do they come up with these names?’
Flames lick at the door. Smoke is filling the room. “You’re not going to shoot me.”
“I won’t have to.”
“Then we all die together.”
“Like a family.”
----------Tim Kirk---------- 