Drabbles
OK, One drabble. More to come. Honest...
The Faithful
She dies because she is old. She dies when she has lived a long time. She does not die in battle with an unfamiliar foe or in the grips of a spatial aberration that we euphemistically term an anomaly.
She wanted to die this way.
But she dies when she is forgotten. When no one lives to remember.
And only the faithful attend her funeral. Myself amongst them.
On a hill in the sunshine, I can see the dark clouds in the distance. It will rain for her.
I know it will rain for her.