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Submitted to Contest #37
The rain shouldn’t bother Death. Yet Meissa noted—that Death was shivering. Wet hair clung to their skin, downpour turned drizzle that left a chill in the low wind, a bite that Meissa could taste. Death was well put together, still immaculate in the rain. Their peacoat white as snow, with the buttons and belt stark against the fabric. They lacked an umbrella and watched the lake. The scythe to their left was invisible to the every-day passerby, but it leaned against the tree. Sight as familiar as it had been for the past six hundred years fo...
Submitted to Contest #36
|||| |||| |||| ||||Every evening as the food heats up, I turn the stove to low. I drink my coffee and listen to the ocean by the window. And I wonder—and I wonder, if tonight will be my last supper. Every night, I roll out of bed at this unholy hour, a quarter to three in the morning, and I wonder how close I am to dying. I wonder if the tiniest crack of a twig is the click of a gun, and if that window with the sea will be the last thing I see. I know why. It’s been twenty nights since I let my humanity go. I tally them as I go r...
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