Cherrypicked stories

This is a rather dark narrative transcript for a deleted scene from the film Der Untergang, or Downfall ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsnAi1rNBvA ). Like a majority of historical films, it isn't 100% accurate, prompting my use of the historical fiction tag. Something about the medic's request to see the dresses stuck with me, and I decided to write. Two sentences turned into a short story with some sort of a theme, though admittedly communicated somewhat loosely. I suppose I could have developed a segment not seen in the deleted scene, but I'd rather toil with my own story idea in the works than worry so much about this. Oddly enough, that story will deal with death as well, but not in a war setting.

At low tide, the stillest sleep, and the vastness of this beach exposed. Memories littered, stories, half buried. I think that’s when I saw your eyes...

Another Meditation: I'm aware in realm of dreams anything's possible: now deep lucid connections with sky take imagination where breathing space is...

Janus Look 8 When asked how I am doing, I inevitably reply, “Fine, thank you. No real problems. Just tired and need to be patient.” I now have a...