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Submitted to Contest #275
I often placed my hand upon theirs, intertwining my fingers between their warm bands of flesh that could never feel the ice laced within mine. I longed for them to; I wanted them to see me, to see the sorrow embedded in the hollow sockets that I watched them through daily. They went about their lives as if death were not around every corner, under every one of their footsteps waiting for the day he would bring them to the next stage, one I refused to enter.Something kept me here, tugging on the bottom of my feet and latching me to this plane...
Author of Dreams of Crimson Plague. I homeschool my daughter, and I'm an aircraft mechanic in the USAF reserves.
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