(Editor’s note: Okay, inspired by the zombie costume, but this really isn’t about a zombie.)
I’d been dead a month when I met Corinne, my intake interviewer. She had ligature marks too, so natural curiosity.
Hers were from someone’s hands, so I lied about my rope of guilt.
“They never fade away,” she warned. No rage in her voice. Presented my assignment.
“You need my signature?” I asked.
She pulled her collar. Showed her bruises. “I already have it. Welcome to purgatory.”
I hadn’t recognized her. She hadn’t aged in thirty-seven years.
A gate creaked open. Peter speaking. “Sorry, sir. A snag in your paperwork. Corinne was too forgiving. I’m afraid you’ve been demoted, as it were.”
Some sins you keep paying for.
Catch up on all the Halloween flash fiction before it goes away! (That’s what we say is a call to action. But really … where’s it gonna go?) Read some anyway, you might enjoy it.
Day 1: Pokemon
Day 2: Stalker
Day 3: Pirate
Day 4: Clown
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