(Originally posted 9/5/2007, Writingscape v1.0) REPRIEVE It’s a relief to be dying. The worse part, so far, has been getting through the thirst and the shriveling that constricted me with such intensity I couldn’t understand why I still lived. The heat. The burn of the sun. It takes more pain to kill you than one… Continue reading [flash fiction] Reprieve.
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 