Classic Rock One Shots

Brian Jones #1

Miss You

Redditch,England,1969

I walked to the backyard,ready for an early morning swim. I saw a frameless mirror laying on the iron table, covered in coke. I rolled my eyes. I took my shoes off and walked over to the edge of the pool,ready to stick my feet in,when I noticed something. I narrowed my eyes and looked closer,"Brian!" I squealed. I tried to pull him out of the water,but I couldn't. "No no no..." I repeated. I sat next to the pool and started hyperventilating. I realized if I wanted something done,I needed to act fast. I stood up wearily and ran into the house. I ran up the stairs and into the guest room where Mick was sleeping. "Mick! Mick!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs. "Yeah?" He asked in a groggy voice. "It's Brian! He's in the pool and he's not moving!" I yelled,tears pouring down my face. He jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs,I following him. We pulled Brian out of the water,he was stiff,and cold. Mick held me,and shielded my eyes from Brian's lifeless body. He called 999 as I sobbed into my hands. He held me and caressed my back,trying to comfort me. When the ambulance arrived Mick and I got in and rode to the hospital. "Mrs.Jones,I regret to inform you your husband has passed." The doctor sadly stated. "Brian!" I yelled,sobbing. "Shh..." Mick tried to calm me. I looked up at him,tears running down his face. They asked me to identify the body. I didn't say anything. This isn't Brian. This is some bloated blue thing. Brian Jones doesn't die. He;s just pulling some sick joke. He's not dead. He can't be.