Stand by meStand by me2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Hey... I don't have much time, but, while I'm here, will you listen?"
"That's what I'm here for. I mean, it's not like I can leave. Not yet, anyway."
"That's true." Laughter rang out through the air. "You know, life and death are both wondrous things. Filled with pleasure, hardships, make-ups and break-ups, song, love, hate, anything you can imagine. I mean, of course you know that. You're practically designed to be the one informing me of that fact, no?"
"I am a mere vessel to stand by you while you discover everything for yourself."
"I suppose you're right. But I have more to say."
"When we die, where do we go? When does a grave become old enough that it's considered Archaeology instead of grave-robbing? What is the definition of love? Why do we live? Where does our lap go when we stand? If Cinderella's shoe fit perfectly, then why did it fall off? Is it true we only get one love? I have so many unanswered questions that fill my mind every