This week, I'm honored to be winner of Lily's Friday Prediction. I always think, given the talent that shows up there, that I ain't got a snowball's chance in hell. Here's my hundred words:
Death Wants a Moment's Peace
Death tunneled its way into the sand, sighing deep for rest from judgment.
Moira on her horse traveled the loneliest beach on earth, reins loose in her hand. She whistled once.
“Go away,” Death said, and clapped a bony hand over its foolish mouth.
“Can’t,” she replied. “The Gates are all backed up. The Devil and the saints are playing cards, waitin’ on you.”
“Not my problem.”
The horse pawed at the sand until Death was forced to arise, grains trickling through its robe and skeleton.
“Fine. But your turn is coming, missy.”
“I know,” she said, and she did.
This little flash inspired a whole series. Parts two and three are here.
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