A S P H O D E L
- Dim Aldebaran -
All swirled in a mist of crushed pearls. He cocked his head, this way, and that, pondering relative humidity and advection and condensation nuclei.
Dom—?
And—there he went, into the fog, friend, father, failure, et cetera, into that pearly mist.
Dom, wait—
His mind swirled like the fog.
Dom, I can't believe—
They had died by the same bullet, the same vendetta, and they had passed away hand-in-hand; would they continue together past this peculiar set of Pearly Gates?
Wait—
He stared into the fog: and thought of life, death, why, why not—
—please—
—and began to forget.
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Written for the drabble100 prompt of 'gray' and the also for the remixredux challenge; a remix of the Humble Mosquito's "God's Waiting Room". 100 words. AF & DB.