Life and DeathA Chapter by DavidRyanM
The Model:
Julie was a model. Or at least was trying to be. At her auditions, it was glaringly obvious she had some "chub" to her stomach. Julie decided to remedy this by not eating. Julie didn't eat for weeks. Julie died from starvation in front of her vanity mirror. Julie was a model. Chess: Wilfred lives alone. He has been doing so for thirty years. His wife had passed away from old age. Wilfred is six years her junior. Wilfred is 109. Wilfred decides to send a message to Death, inviting him over for a game of chess. Death accepts. When they play, William beats him easily, having practiced for years. He is saddened by this for all he wants is to die and be with his wife. William shoots himself; Death is still in the room when this happens. Bothered by the whole situation and not wanting to be blamed for an early departure, Death slowly creeps around William's body and leaves, closing the door behind him. The Ghost: The ghost could be seen passing from shadow to shadow at the end of the hall. In the Summer, Clarice would lay down in its way, letting it pass over her and cool her from the Midwest heat. The Birth: They hadn't planned on having a baby, but here they were. In the hospital. She was pushing and breathing. He was holding her hand and saying, "You're doing great." When the baby came out, he had a mustache and was smoking a pipe. A copy of Great Gatsby fell onto the floor. "Do you mind?" the child asked. © 2012 DavidRyanMReviews
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