The Last Words

Sitting by the grave, alone, he philosophically asked: “Why do we die?”

He imagined her turning in her grave, twice, and took a drag. He felt she was still alive. How could she just leave, without saying a goodbye? She had to die, after what she had done.

The karma took the revenge, he thought. She was his partner in crime. Without her, he felt lonely, life wasn’t fun anymore.

“You never wanted me to smoke. Guess, what? This is my last cigarette,” holding the gun in the other hand, he spoke his last words.


This post is written for Friday Fictioneer hosted by Rochelle.

50 thoughts on “The Last Words

  1. A desperate tale of grief here, Priya.
    Just a thought, of changing: “How can she just leave, without saying g a goodbye?” to “How could she just leave, without saying a goodbye?”
    I could definitely feel his raw grief in that line.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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      1. That’s what we’re here for and whenever I write something longer or important, I always run it by someone else because we often see what we believe is on the page and can miss what is actually there. That’s one of the things about being a part of FF…we edit and critique each other and in a kind manner.
        Best wishes,
        Rowena

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  2. The grief in this is so strong it makes my eyes water.
    I will say that I don’t think you need the word philosophically in that first line. It doesn’t really add much and compared to how smooth the rest of the piece is, it just sounds a little clunky.
    Still a wonderful piece though.

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