‘Superlunary’, my first flash fiction piece for Flash Fiction February…….
“When we die,” he said, curling his fingers in mine, “we are wrapped in a shroud of light.” I thought: here it comes, a chunk of religion he’s kept thus far firmly hidden. I’d have to take it, eat it, accept it. Suffer later the indigestion.
“What d’you mean?” Magpies were clawing at the windowpane, eyeing us greedily as we lay in our bed.
“Imagine how blissful it is to feel every nerve in your body pulse with lights. For the silkiest muslin to cover your skin. No more pain, suffering, worry. Just softness and pleasure; a life past the prospect of death.”
The religion seemed to sweeten then. I didn’t know what it was, where the incantations were coming from; but it sounded beautiful, the way he said it.
Yesterday, in the garden, he was smoking from the glass pipe while I did my daily contortions. I can…
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