![]() ![]() His great-grandmother moved faster than he did. His white gold hair gleamed like a beacon from the moonlight above.įinally, holy hell. The snapping of twigs came from the entrance gate, and finally, I watched Angel slip through the steel barriers. A curse placed on my family which somehow ensnared the casters too. As if putting off releasing me rebelled against his family’s curse. Next time, I’d tell Angel to put a cell phone in my memory drawer or slip it into my dress pocket after I’m in the casket. That sound heralded my continued existence, but also my confinement by magic. As I shifted the rope tied to my wrist, the bell jerked and sent the tinkle of the noise through the quiet night. The cemetery would wait for a grave stone no one ordered. I leaned back on the pile of dirt, only a nailed in plank wood plaque with Danilo Santos on the other side. I tracked it across the sky all night while I waited to be set free. The moon shone through the low tree branches, almost full. Why these concerns were my first thoughts after a resurrection, I don’t know. ![]() And no matter how many times I clawed my way out of the Earth, I never failed to inhale dirt as I ascended. ![]()
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