The relief at holding her, feeling her solid and whole in my arms is almost too much. I can tell she’s taken aback by my reaction, but I don’t let go. It’s foreign, this attachment – the desire – I feel for Enid. As Death I’m not supposed to want her – not supposed to want anyone. But now I find myself rebelling against the thought.
It shouldn’t be possible. Death must be detached, dispassionate. Cold. Objective. Her life shouldn’t matter more than anyone else’s.
But if it’s not supposed to be in my nature to care about her, then why do I?
Holy crap I did it – I put a drop in the bucket of this story every day this week. Now if only I could do that on my main WIPs, that’d be great.
I’ve written way more from Arius’ POV on this one than I ever intended. I’m already thinking of what this story will be like when I compile it as a whole. I’m thinking journal entries with Death’s thoughts as interludes between them. But maybe that doesn’t make sense? I don’t know.
Anyway, be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt!
As always, think happy thoughts!
2 thoughts on “#100WordChallenge – Rebel”
I like this personal take on Death, I’m looking forward to reading more.
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I’m glad you like it! The rest of this story is under: https://fictiontrials.wordpress.com/category/writing/serials/waking-beauty/