here and now, the story of the rest of our lives

by BiblioMatsuri

Here, glimpses of strange eternities. Now, the story is just beginning. True drabbles, WIP. Newest - commodity: "Danny shuts the door, quietly, and locks it."; whitens: "There's an ectoplasm stain right there, near his hands."

10. presupposing

"Snow melts," he said as quietly as a river frozen over. "I paid for my power, even before I knew it was going to cost me."

She stopped short. "The accident."

"No."

"…What?"

"Remember when we were kids – whatever happened, somehow I was always the one who came home bruised and soaked and whatever?"

"Yeah."

"Not by accident, anyway," he amended. "Well, it turns out that my horrible luck as a kid was because I'd use up a lot more than 14 years' quota of not dying."

"What?" she giggled, something very like fear clawing its way up her throat.