Four A.M. Flyby
Nov 11th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Disease shrunk his body to nothingness; pain drew up his limbs, tightening his skin until not even his love for her could stave off time.
Finally, he spread his body wide in ecstasy, unfolding each joint, stretching parched skin that once pulsed strong with every heartbeat. With breath diminishing, he flexed each finger, arm, leg, until he was lifted up and out into the dawn.
Four friends awoke, soothed by the tender touch of a breeze kissing their brows. His soul passed; he whispered, “Goodbye, old and treasured friends.”
It was his leaving hour; it was his four a.m. flyby.
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