Picture 2
Laura James’s Picture Choice: 1
Title: Death
Death was always around, maybe not in person but never far away. He existed only in the moment, no past and no future. He chose his moments of existence carefully. Standing at the end of a bed he waited until he was called upon to do his duty.
She was near death and knew it. Opening her eyes she was sure that she saw him, standing waiting for her. With the last of her strength she raised her arm and reached for him, oblivious to the crying of the relatives around her.
Death took her hand and helped her from the bed. They stood in companionable silence, hands clasped together like old friends, and waited for the room to catch up. "Do I have to leave now?" She asked. Death let go of her hand in answer, confident that she would find her own path when the time came.
Death walked down the aisle of the plane gently touching the odd hunched shoulder until he entered the cockpit. Standing between the pilot and co-pilot he watched as the ocean came ever nearer.
He knew that this was a possibility but he always thought he would have more time. The speed they were travelling at meant that hitting the water would be like hitting concrete. At least he would feel no pain.
Death took his hand and they drifted skyward, the plane breaking into sections as it was swallowed by the water. "What happens now?" He asked. Death held his hand until he was no longer.
The world provided many opportunities for Death to walk his chosen path. No past. No future. Just living moment by moment.
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Based in Dunfermline, Scotland, Laura is obsessed with all things horror and spends her time writing flash fiction which she hopes, on occasion, really scares her readers. Feel free to stalk her on twitter, @lejamez
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I think that's beautiful, very poignant, Laura x
ReplyDeleteI like that, like the snippets of people's thoughts before they go.
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