Feeling good this week, despite NaNoWriMo starting to become insanely difficult. If you’d like to take part in Friday Fictioneers, click here.
My body is long gone. I didn’t feel my heart stop beating, and I didn’t feel the maggots devour my skin. I didn’t feel time melt my flesh, but I know it happened. I don’t know how I remain conscious, but more than anything I want another vessel to travel in. Humans walk through this ground but I cannot challenge them. They are too full of themselves to share their bodies with me. Insects don’t have the capacity. I am trapped.
A four legged beast wanders past me. It stands by my grave. I leap at my chance of freedom.