Life’s Full of Pain
This post is part of a series. To read the first installment, click here: http://andrawatkins.com/2013/10/28/reflect-how-soon-youll-quit-this-stage/
To read the second, click here: http://andrawatkins.com/2013/10/29/youll-find-but-few-obtain-such-an-age/
A rotted face bursts through dirt, and she hisses through broken teeth.
You promised to find me. When I was dying.
I swallow bile and stare into her eye sockets, ringed with rot, and I wonder why I would want to. It looks like you found me instead.
Bones rattle when she throws back her head. Like this? You actually want me like this? She entombed me in her arms, and the stench made me heave.
If you let me go, I will find the rest of—I mean—you. I will find you.
Not good enough! Fleshless fingers encircle my throat, and I gasp out my last bubble of air. She leans in and squeezes, her face inches from mine. You already found me once. One hundred and fifty years it took you. Don’t you remember?
Lights blink behind my eyes and die, pinpoint by pinpoint, until one red glow remains. I focus on it to obliterate her ravaged features. As it dims, I rasp Remember what?