Day Eleven -Drabble
Inspired by curtana I decided to write a drabble about a roleplaying game we were both in (run by forthright for today.
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It was funny, what one found oneself thinking of in one's final moments. Hermenegildus smiled at the thoughts that now came unbidden to him. He didn't think of his life or his children, or what he was leaving behind, with regret. He felt calm.
It was a good day to die, he thought, for a good cause. Tolliver would live, he would not; all was as it should be.
He let his eyes close, and found himself on a path leading to a bright light. Without hesitating he walked toward it, confident that Ingrid was waiting for him, after all.
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It was funny, what one found oneself thinking of in one's final moments. Hermenegildus smiled at the thoughts that now came unbidden to him. He didn't think of his life or his children, or what he was leaving behind, with regret. He felt calm.
It was a good day to die, he thought, for a good cause. Tolliver would live, he would not; all was as it should be.
He let his eyes close, and found himself on a path leading to a bright light. Without hesitating he walked toward it, confident that Ingrid was waiting for him, after all.