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Reborn
by Lydia Prime

I know we stopped breathing, but now we’re here, standing on all fours. I looked to my friend, a white coat and paws, same as me. I watched as our breath created mist and the leaves fell around us. A new beginning. We raced through the forest to a crystal blue pond. The first time we’d been able to see ourselves, we howled to the nightair; I missed my old self.

Curling together beneath a particularly large rock we slept the night away. Distant crunching woke me, too slow and heavy to be an animal. We moved gracefully through the trees with cautioned steps as to not make a sound. The crunching grew louder as we drew near, she saw him first. I glided to her side and we watched as he dropped his bag. Her dark eyes mirrored mine, it was him. He began digging and I noticed two fresh plots not too far from where he stood, we’d been here before.

The bag twitched and he smacked it with his shovel, the twitching ceased and he uttered the most heinous of laughs. Disgusting. As he bent over to play with whomever lay still – we made our move. We pounced on him, sinking our teeth deep into his soft flesh. Blood poured while he tried to squirm and fight us off. I bit into his face and tore away a chunk of muscle. Delicious.

We ran to the water once he stopped convulsing. I looked at my reflection as my friend did hers. Our white coats now a vibrant red, dripping and mixing with the sapphire liquid beneath us. In the now maroon mirror I saw my old self smile at me. I rose my head and called into the night; I liked this self.

Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

More about Lydia Prime:

Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’

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