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Last by: colder on 09 May 2013 • Contributions: 24 of 100
"For the last time," he said slowly.
Fingers sweating, I hastily unwrapped the paper. Midway I dropped it to the tunnel floor and had to scramble in the dust. Finally I held it in the dim light steadily enough to read aloud:
"To all those seeking enlightenment, here is a path forward. Simply speak: Uru, I pledge my soul to you." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Liam mouthing the words along with me. He put the gun away.
"How did you know the words?" I demanded, but my words drifted lazily in the air, taking on a strange dimension.
"Don't you remember?" his reply came shining to me like a sad and distant star. "We've done this so many times before, but it's always me who carries the burden of memory."
I think I started to speak, but the tunnel twisted insanely, spiraling into black as I felt the rushing of a strong wind in my head.
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 4 of 999
Last night we'd spent a few hours in the bunker. Earlier in the day, my mother had called me.
She said, "I have some news."
I said, "Who died now"? We'd been having a slew of deaths in the family. I never expected her to say it was Charlie.
When she said, "Charlie." I dropped the phone. I was in Iraq. Single. No children. My dog, Charlie was dead.
He was a rescue. I remember being disappointed when I went to meet him. He was larger than I expected and he didn't seem to like me very much. Within a few days we were on the same team. If you have never lived in NYC you don't know how lonely a city full of people can be. You can never understand how much a dog can be your best friend.
I ordered take-out for two.
What was I going to come home to if it wasn't my best friend? We were going to buy a VW bug and drive around the country. Now what?
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 2 of 100
Last by: angeladixie on 07 May 2013 • Contributions: 3 of 100
I called John at 5:38am to take my flight. He was on a layover and the return would have gotten him back in time for his scheduled flight. We'd done this so many times, so many times.
I was laying in bed when I felt John shaking me awake. I could see him, but it wasn't him. He was trying to tell me something. God, I was still drunk, and he kept repeating it. I had to tell someone something, it was important.
When I woke up and saw the news. I saw that I killed my friend. I had to figure out what his message was. I had to.