“What will it take? What will it finally take for your ridiculous revenge plot to be satiated?”
My head was heavy, and I didn’t want to get into this again. I was already past the point of exhausted, well into delirious at this point. And I knew Aria wouldn’t understand.
“You know what I hate the most about these funerals?”
An exasperated sigh. “What?”
“The cloying sentiments, the conjured tears. As if these aren’t war criminals and genocidal villains that we’re burying.”
A heavy silence. “Then why are you still doing this, Emera?”
“Because someone has to,” I muttered tiredly.
Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge. This week’s words are from my dear Quinn: delirious, cloying, satiated.
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