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Author’s Note: Part II of The Plague from an outsider’s viewpoint. This piece was inspired by the 9/25/20 Friday Fiction Prompt on the Starsky&Hutch Fans&FanFiction FaceBook page. The prompt sentence is underlined, below.
I’d never felt more helpless or useless, two things I didn’t like at all. My life had been dedicated to being in control — of everything and everyone — at all times. But ever since Captain Harold Dobey called and told me and my wife that our son could be dying, I’d been completely out of my depth.
I had refused to allow Margaret to accompany me but caught the first flight and had spent the last few days at Lincoln Hospital, not bothering to check into a hotel. I’d not spoken to anyone in authority, or made demands of the staff, as I would normally have done. I had such a sense of impotence, I attempted to remain invisible. Instead of threatening, verbally abusing those who were busily going about their jobs, or insisting on information they may not have had, I mingled with the families of others struck down by some sort of… plague. How such a thing could happen, in this day and age of miracle drugs, was something I couldn’t comprehend. Why was Kenneth in critical condition in an isolation ward? Continue reading “December 21st- Watching Events Unfold by DPPatricks”
“Hurry up, Starsk! The show’s about to start.” Continue reading “December 21st- Another Bite by MHE Priest”
Starsky finished flipping through facebook, and closed his laptop with a sigh.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Hutch said, putting his book down to glance at his husband. Hutch himself avoided computers, and especially Facebook, as much as possible.
“Hey, most of the time it’s fun!” Starsky objected. “I get to see what’s up with everyone.”
“Then what are you complaining about now?”
“Who said I was complainin’?”
“Well it sounded like you were complaining. What was all that sighing about, then?”
Starsky sighed again. “It’s gettin’ very disharmonious. Lotta’ fightin’ and disagreein’.”
“It’s election season, what do you expect?” Hutch said without sympathy.
“And all the news about the pandemic is bad,” Starsky went on, ignoring him. “It’s taking so long to make a vaccine, I thought they could do something as quickly as they did with the Bay City virus back in the ’70s. I’m gettin’ tired of lockdown!”
Hutch sighed at that himself. “I know, I am too. But we’re old, now, Starsk. We’re in the vulnerable age group, and besides that, you’re missing part of a lung which makes you even more vulnerable.”
“Well, it all makes for depressing reading, that’s all I’m sayin’,” Starsky growled.
“Then stop reading it and do something more enjoyable.”
“I did stop reading it, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He gave a sudden, brilliant smile. “And do you have any suggestions for something better to do?”
“I think I might,” Hutch said, smiling in his turn. “Want to come over here, and we can discuss it?”
Starsky moved across the room and into his husband’s welcoming embrace.
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Through the season, bells will ring.
Folks dress up and carols sing,
Trees are dressed with candy canes,
Lights and tinsel, popcorn chains.
Everywhere, you’ll see the holly.
Without a doubt – Starsky’s jolly!
On the streets, the homeless try
Finding shelter, keeping dry,
Dirty faces, lonely eyes,
Hoping for the gift of smiles.
Their suffering is all too much
And helps to make a grumpy Hutch.
A helping hand is deserved;
Doors thrown open, hot meals served;
Blond and brunet, side by side,
Help to cheer this Christmas tide.
They’re sharing Christmas, Starsky and Hutch,
Because gifts of friendship mean so much.
‘Round the world, angels winging
Seeking joy, care and giving,
Spying thoughtful love and pity
On the streets of our Bay City:
This simple seasonal reminder
To leave the world a little kinder.
