I need to contact someone.
I look down at my legs.
If I drive to the hospital, they would ask me what happened and send police after Alicia. They wouldn't want that.
Meredith, the girl from the store, is the only one who wouldn't ask me too many questions.
I reach in my pocket for the only phone in the house, and call her number.
Five rings later and it goes straight to voicemail.
Beep
"Meredith. Call me back."
I close the phone, sigh, and rest my head back on the couch.
My legs throbbed.
I peak down to see the green scarf slowly turn a dark red.
My house was growing cold from the outside snow. It's stupid because this cabin was built to hold up against harsh weather. It use to be a soft brown but was washed away by the years, growing darker.
If I was a better father, blood wouldn't be dripping down my legs.
If I was a better father, I wouldn't be alone.
If I was a better father,
I wouldn't be dying.
Hot tears flow slowly and heavily down my face.
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Buzzing comes from my phone breaking my thoughts.
She called back.
"Hello?" She asks.
"Hi, Meredith."
"Ace? Ace! How are you? What have you been up to? I'm so sorry I didn't pick up, I was at work. Maybe I can make it up. I'm getting off work now if you-" I clear my throat and goes quiet. "Why did you call, Ace?"
"I have a favor to ask of you."
"Yes, of course. Anything!"
"Can you come over?"
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Year Walk
FantasyLike a primal look into a crystal ball, a widowed father, Ace, will undertake a ritual on the last day of the year when the veil of reality was believed to be at its weakest. It was an extreme measure at best, because it brought him into direct cont...
