Rice Krispies

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"Damn." said Rice Krispies, holding a rat in his left hand while standing in the dark.

Morbid batted her eyes to face the rice down in the alleyway. Her pupils widened and her stance protective.

"What are you doing here?"

"Not even a week ago, Morvid." Rice revealed an M1 Garand Rifle in one of his hands. "One way, or another."

Rice help up the rifle and aimed at Morvid. They didn't move, or try to run. They knew what they had done, and they knew what must happen.

"Apple, I'm sorry. I really am. Maybe you can find a better life with someone else. Our time together was short, but it was beautiful." Morvid paused for a quick second, and looked up.

"I love you."

BANG!

The bloody feathers flew through the wind.

And she rolled down the roof. Through the canopies, and the awnings, and the balconies. While the sun above shone bright orange onto the clouds, and the wind was still as ever.

Apple found herself on the sidewalk.

Always have been, alone.

But out the alleyway.

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