Death didn’t have to be sadistic; sometimes it was downright anticlimactic. Dori stood up and put a moist hand through her hair. She was winded and wobbly. Her pulse beat just a tad too fast, as if she’d taken a puff from someone’s emergency inhaler and her lungs were full of steroids. The younger and healthier the person, the more jittery she felt.
She gave Ruben an uncertain smile.
“Forty-two years. Three! Forty-three, I mean. I’m right now.”
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on 2014-04-28 08:14 pm (UTC)Dori stood up and put a moist hand through her hair. She was winded and wobbly. Her pulse beat just a tad too fast, as if she’d taken a puff from someone’s emergency inhaler and her lungs were full of steroids. The younger and healthier the person, the more jittery she felt.
She gave Ruben an uncertain smile.
“Forty-two years. Three! Forty-three, I mean. I’m right now.”