- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Jo Hawk
- Melissa Bennett
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Anne Kittredge
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Patty Knowles | @pattydump1
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
David says: “Then hang around here and haunt the place” was a nicely impactful close to this flash. While it feels like there is more story to experience, I liked that from beginning to end this entry felt complete all by itself.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
David says: This was a clever splitting of the prompt between two characters’ dialogue. Also, it just sounds like a cool road trip.
Mary Decker | @mishmhem
David says: The repetition of ‘two’, ‘two’, ‘two’ culminating in ‘too’ was just the right opening for an exasperated cop struggling to keep it professional but not taking any more shit. Making a point of playing with the prompt by splitting it across lines of dialogue was a nice touch too.
Eric Martell | @drmag00
David says: The fantastic word choice in the opening perfectly set the stage for the story! In particular, Death’s first line being the prompt, the midpoint repetition of the prompt, and Its last line being a rearrangement of the prompt is very elegant. Personally I just appreciate the elements of hope and compassion in the story. An absolutely triumphant entry.
I was the opposite of proud, lying in a pool of sweat, some spittle too watery to properly be considered vomit drying on the pillow next to my head. I’d been dying for a while, but I wasn’t ready for the end. And I was too weak to go with anyone, especially now. “Can’t. Can’t move.”
Disdain covered Death’s face. “You humans always think that it matters how ruined your body is. I am not here for that rotting sack of meat and bones. You will come with me, not your body.”
I turned my head to look more closely at the being that had come for me. There was no pity there, no excitement. It was just doing a job, after all, and I was the next item on It’s to-do list. I needed more than that, though, here at the end. “Could you ask me, instead of telling me?”
“Why does it matter? You are dead, and you will come with me.”
“I will. I know. But so much has been taken from me the last few months. My hope. My strength. I had no choice but whether to die quickly or linger. All of my life was about my death. I’d like to feel, here at the end, that I still matter. Somehow.”
Death paused. Considering. Then It nodded, almost imperceptibly. “Very well. Will you come with me?”
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