Extreme Writing Challenge #28: “Empty”

Happy SATURDAY!  Here’s a new story for everyone who, like me, is putting off cleaning and running errands.  It’s so hard to be responsible when I’ve got a novel to write and a new set of Candy Crush levels to conquer…….   The challenge for this story will be revealed at the end!

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I’ve forgotten how it feels to be hungry.  Or thirsty.  It’s funny how much I’ve changed after being dead for only a day.  I’m light as a feather, what with no bones or muscle to weigh down my body.

I can’t tell if I’m in heaven or hell, leading me to believe I’m in purgatory.  When I came to, I was lying on my back on a bed of dry grass under a slate-colored sky.  No one else is around that I can see; this place is desolate, empty.  Not that I mind it, since it’s a nice change from all the morons I dealt with every day.

My last memory is of sitting on Uncle Jed’s porch, tossing pumpkin seeds at a wild turkey.  Uncle Jed was telling me about the first time he played the harmonica, but I was only half listening to his story.  I wonder now if, when I died, there was some sort of karma at play.  It wasn’t that I was a bad person, but I never went out of my way to do anything good for anybody.  For Uncle Jed, especially.

I walk for—six, seven miles or so—and plan to sit down again when my feet start to hurt, but I forgot that my ability to feel has gone away.  The terrain doesn’t change one bit along the way.  Still a cloudless, bleak sky, still grass that’s yellow-brown and bone dry.

I wonder if this is my final resting place—if moving on to heaven or hell is even a real possibility.  Solitude for eternity.  It would be a blessing and a curse, truthfully.

I’ve never been one to feel lonely.  People make me batty.  Worst case scenario, if I never leave this barren new world, I think I’ll be okay.

The wounds from my death have faded away.  I was only aware Uncle Jed stabbing me a few times, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept going past twenty or thirty.

At least here, I’m safe from the hands of the crazy.

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The challenge:  Every sentence ends with the letter Y.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

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2 responses to “Extreme Writing Challenge #28: “Empty”

  1. And I was trying to see if those double letters meant anything. You are good, I gotta tell ya!! And I really enjoy your little stories. This one caught me by surprise at the end.

    You have a great weekend, too!

    -kk

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