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Till Death Do Us Part
#100StoryChallenge — No17
Matilde walked down the aisle, each step measured as if she were timing her pace to a funeral dirge.
Her father wouldn’t even look at her.
She tried not to let out her building sob.
The skeletal hand of the groom reached for hers, and a stray tear betrayed her by falling down her cheek.
“Oh, the things men will do for immortality,” the god of death murmured. “You are worth far more than his petty ambitions.”
Matilde let out a shaky breath.
She reached for the knife hidden in her dress.
Then she drove the blade into her chest.
This is a part of my endeavor to go back to writing tighter fiction with more stringent word counts. It’s just one attempt at the 100 Story Challenge because I thought it would be a good exercise to do to keep my imagination sharp. We’ll see how it goes.
For longer fiction, you may enjoy my stories linked below:
