As red surrounded him.
He tasted copper in the air.
The door to Daniel’s other life closed before him.
It was a one-way trip. That’s what the strange woman — hope fucked from her face — said. One way trip.
Daniel didn't worry about the details.
Skinny, heavy, young, old — the message was the same.
I was not getting out of this alive.
But that was okay.
Name one thing — one exit — we get out of without our life?
We pay for everything eventually with our life.
The precipice. That is where I find myself. On the cusp.
Before it happened.
A stabbing pain ripped me from the present.
Then the red became black, and a bright toxic-scented fire surged through my head.
And then — silence.
In the back of my head, the last words I heard before crossing from my own time into this liminal space began to echo.
Find the rabbit.
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (6)
I love that you used Daniel for the name. Same as my ex boyfriend. He can die 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I am not pretending to know what this means. Where should I sit? Everything has not been paid yet.
Find my rabbit. That’s what I’ll do. I loved this micro.
This is eerie in a way. Couldn't not think of Donnie Darko
I'm keeping my eyes out for Alice along the way.
Smart Paul—posting when it’s time for challenge results. I may feel a little seen by this piece and love that you also eschew textually marking the unnecessary line. Banger of an entry, my friend..