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June 22, 2016 Fiction


Acquanetta M. Sproule

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I call him “Morty” and he’s one of my most consistent companions.

Each morning when I wake, he whispers:  “Today, you die.”

“You say that every morning and I’m still alive.”

His smile is always apparent in his voice.

“Still early.”


And, just as I’m finally crashing to sleep:  “You’re not going to wake up.”

“You say that every night.”

He always chuckles softly.

“Pleasant dreams.”

image: Carabella Sands