A Taste Of Home

[Finn 0]

Finn sat by the stream, his eyes focused on nothing, his head empty, his body numb. Too much had happened which now seemed like a vivid dream and yet the scars were all too real. He saw it in the crews’ faces, their usual activity slower, duller somehow.

He pulled his boots off slowly and dangled his bare feet in the stream, feeling the cold water bubble over them, cooling them, cleansing him. He laid back on the grass and looked through the tree branches dappling the sunlight. Hard to believe he was only in the holodeck.

He usually preferred real life activities to holodeck programs but he’d really needed this today. A taste of home.

After recent events, he’d taken a couple of days leave. He’d needed it. He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep, the birdsong carrying him into a world without care.