First time i've ever posted anything to Livejournal. In fact, i joined live journal so i could post this!
First M*A*S*H drabble as well so be gentle... 100 words not including the title... The challenge was "escape".
Healer Guard Thyself
“You won’t escape. Even if you leave this place I will dog your steps and sap your strength forever” This Death promised.
Hawkeye nodded his accepted. “But you’re trapped with me too. You are what I make of you.” He observed.
Endlessly they battled. Death twisting his childhood, snatching planes from the sky, swallowing the innocence of children and Corporal’s, bleeding into the corners of his mind waking and sleeping.
Finally, Death acceded to Hawkeye’s terms.
“The clown shoes I can cope with,” Death sighed. “But I’ll never adjust to the Groucho nose and glasses”