The Day I Died :: Candace Fleming

"Me First." A girl moved close and as she did, the moon reappeared as bright and white as a polished bone. She reached for Mike, her death-pale fingers trembling and eager.

"Go ahead." came a voice from the shadows.

"Tell him." urged another.

The girl turned back to Mike, and she smiled uncertainly. "We want to tell you our stories." she said. "Our death stories."

"Death?" croaked Mike

She nodded, her eyes filling with luminous moonlight.

"And this one is mine."

Text copyright © 2012 by Candace Fleming

Jacket art copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Holmes