headless

Samantha

I was headless. Bloody. The audience cheered. My sister smiled. My brother kicked my head across the stage. Bounce, bounce. And it was good. The guild was happy, too. A better world isn’t worth the bother of cooperating with the antisocial. In fact, it’s a better world by merit of my no longer being in it. There were multiple ways to get a better world. I’m fading, fading…

What a waste of a dream.