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Good Company
by Elizabeth H. Smith

As I gaze upon the shifting colors in the sky, I feel the warmth leave the air as the sun sets. Its waning light caresses this field in which I lie with a soft hand, a kindness in its glow. Far more kind than what brought me here, left me on my back, alone with nature, and with nature, alone. The songs of insects are a dirge for my fading self and my ears are forced to hear every note.

I feel grass brush against my skin in the light breeze. It feels nice. A bird flies above, quickly entering my field of view, and quickly leaving it. I can’t move my head. Only my eyes can shift where I want them to. I want to flick off the spider crawling up my arm, but my body won’t respond either.

As the back of my shirt soaks up more blood, I feel cold. Each breath is harder to take. I feel my heart slowing its beat. As my eyelids begin to close, I think about the spider on my arm; maybe it’s better to have its company, maybe it’s better to not die alone.

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Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.