The garden was dark before him. Coming home late once again. He staggers up to the gate. At least this time he has a reason. Although he can't feel it, he knows he is dying. The cold has numbed him. He knocks. And waits. The door opens a crack, the face of his wife filling the gap. She allows him in.
"Whose blood is that?" she asks, noticing the red stains on his snow white shirt.
"Mostly mine"
"Get cleaned up, dinner is on the table"
"I need..."
He doesnt finish the sentence, but not for lack of trying. The floor catches him like a car catches the rabbit before it, hard and ruthlessly. His world fades to black, but he still hears. A scream. Paniced talking. Men. Sirens. More paniced talking. And then silence... |
Submission Name: Submiversity (part one)
