by Doctor Tam [Reviews - 1]

  • All Ages
  • None
  • Angst, Drabble

Author's Notes:
understandably, I invented the deaths of 10, 11, and 12.

This is how a life ends.

Fell fifty feet and broke my back. They killed me. I was poisoned. Too much radiation. A crack to the noggin. Swallowed the Time Vortex. Took five bullets. Burnt. Was outsmarted. Over my head. Sank into the weariness of old age. Made a mistake.

Plummeting ship. Hangman’s noose. These deaths were not mine.

Thirteen time before the judge. Ready the firing squad, gentlemen. Five rounds rapid!

It’s all a metaphor, but I bite the dust for good this time, all the same. It will be a relief.

The world, for once, has the decency to end.