So... this weekend I was away from a computer at a reenactment and yet had my iPod (even though it wasn't in the time period) and wrote this from a song that I heard the 6th New Hampshire sing briefly. I can PM the song, once I find it on Youtube, if you wish to hear the tune. So, uh, yeah... I could just see Dick's mom singing this.

So, I'll be posting on my tumblr. account. Mostly one-shots and places where I can post songfics but I have a blog too, so check it out. Once I figure out how to work it... *sigh* Just... yeah...

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize... or the song.

He remembered watching his mother flit around their trailer, humming old fashioned tunes and singing songs that made him smile and laugh. He loved to sit down at the old ratty dining room table that was a gift from his grandmother and watch her do the dishes, listening to her songs and stories.

His mother was a dreamer.

She had told him that since she was a little girl, she wanted to fly. Up into a vanilla twilight, with sparkling stars and a hue of bright goods and blues. He would laugh as she told him this, but he knew she was serious; he wanted to do the trapeze was as close as you could get to flying, but it was never enough. Just a little more... just a little longer... just a little more.

There was always this one song that she would sing, and occasionally hum, and it had stuck with him ever since then. He would always fall silent as she began to sing it, her melodious voice floating around the trailer like a light breeze; carefree and free. He always wanted to join in with her but always felt it would ruin the moment.

"I'll fly away, o glory, I'll fly away. When I die ,hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away! I'll fly away, o glory, I'll fly away. When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away!"

He would hum quietly and to himself along with the song, swinging his feet back and forth in his seat, his cerulean eyes big and bright, watching her. Once she was finished she'd scoop him up and laugh; and he would laugh with her. Then she would sing the song again, letting her voice reign free, and set him back in his seat.

"Richard," sometimes, in a quiet voice, she would ask, "when you die, will you fly away home?"

He would nod, even though he was in his home right then with her, and she'd turn around and smile, already knowing his answer. "Good, because I'll fly with you. I promise."

And that was the one promise she'd broken, because she flew before him.

And he still had yet to fly home.

Double meanings in the last sentence. Can anyone figure it out? :)

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