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Counting the Days

by L.R. Bonehill

It didn't kill him, didn't even make him stronger; just another day older and no closer to a death that would never come. He stepped from the smoking wreckage of the car and dusted himself down. He'd be sore and stiff for a few days, but that was about all. He wasn't sure why he still did it after all these years, but then he guessed that if the only thing worth living for was dying, he had to at least try. Times changed, people changed, the world changed, but he remained immutable and alone. He walked on into the cold night and time stretched endlessly ahead of him.

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L.R. Bonehill is not to be trusted. Some people made that mistake a few years ago, and... well... they paid.

8 comments:

Doug McIntire said...

I like it. My wife was dreaming of vampires last night and then I read her your six sentences. Fitting.

Joe said...

Killer six, so to speak. Definite (if not infinite) longer story here, I think. Look forward to your continuation or next six, which ever comes first.

Glen Binger said...

Pretty awesome. Your bio creeps me out too. I like it!!

Anonymous said...

Nice.

Scot said...

got the t shirt--great six

Killerwit said...

Hamlet: "To be or not to be?"

You're character: "Not to be. God willing."

Pamila said...

Love this piece. I can totally see this guy. No matter how bleakly drawn, however, I just can't believe immortality is all that bad.

Inkpot said...

Very nice, L.R. It is funny that other people thought of vampires as I didn't see that at all. I imagined something older and much darker.