The road was straight and seemed to fade endlessly into the sunstrike. Everything surrounding the road was empty; a barren plain of browning grass, dead trees and patches of reddish sand dotting around randomly like acne on a teenagers face.
The road less travelled; that's what they called the long stretches of Tarmac in the middle of nowhere. It was a long way down before any life forms could be spotted and even then the solitude swallowed everything rendering it just as it was before; lonely.
In the middle of the road though, there lay a figure.
Krava Serendipitous.
And she was just that; serendipitous.
Call it coincidence but most of the moments in her life seemed to spring from some strange serendipitous happening. I guess it helped though that she attracted positivity not only to herself but to everyone around her. They called her the Charm because of this. Until eventually she just became known not as Krava Serendipitous but rather as Charm.
But if she was such a lucky charm, attracting the beneficial then what was she doing lying in the road in the middle of nowhere?
The answer is simple.
Krava "Charm" Serendipitous had, despite the physical appearance of the contradictory, just been murdered.
No blood, no poison, not a scratch nor a bruise. Just Charm looking as she always did; brown curly hair glowing gold in the sun, sprawled around her like a halo, perfect complexion despite the scorching heat of the sun, long black eyelashes framing eyes the color of a million sunsets and dressed to the nines as she always was.
Yet all the above didn't change the fact that her heart had stopped beating, her lungs stopped taking in air, her eyes stopped blinking and her body immobile and unresponsive.
She was dead as dust (though admittedly we've long already established that).
So then why hadn't her life force left her?
It was still there for sure, lingering a few feet away from its host body, not moving back towards it, yet not moving away.
Puzzling it was that Charm still had luck because it had to have been damn sure luck that she still had an opportunity at life.
I'm not saying she didn't deserve it, she did, but there really was no other way to possibly explain it...
Or was there?
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Irrelevance
De TodoA collection of pointless short stories fully framing life as one completely irrelevant thingy-mabob. (please don't steal this stuff and if you're doubtful about reading it then I humbly ask that you please just give it a shot)
