Dark. Her finger is on the trigger. Earth is tiny from here, yet she can still see the writhing infestation. “I’m sorry.” Light. Then nothing.
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Dark. Her finger is on the trigger. Earth is tiny from here, yet she can still see the writhing infestation. “I’m sorry.” Light. Then nothing.
Today, no one tried to kill me. I thought I was dreaming. Then I got home and saw my headless body lying in a congealed pool of blood. Damn.
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