Saturday, October 1, 2016

[Snippets] Tourist

Last night I dreamed that Death came by and offered me her hand. 

"Slow going, tonight," she said, "how about I show you around?"

And off we set in her custom black Mercedes, parting the night around us. With one hand on the gear, and the other on the wheel, she drove with a carefreeness born of centuries.

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