Stay Alive

Things not to tell a lady

Things Not to Tell a Lady

A Thousand ways to die

At a Snap – Friday Fictioneers

…slipping away!

At a snap, consciousness nibbles away from my soul like a rat at a pie. A flurry of events whistle across the hollows of memory. Here come the songs, in basses and choruses; the colours, in greys and duotones and the people in masks and stilettos, as I breathe my last.

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This is an experiment with a fifty-word fiction. How do you think I fared? Is the story compact enough? I will like to know what you think.

This is a contribution to the household of fictioneers. A brotherhood that I’ve missed so much.