Six Sentence Sunday, Jan 8 (Not My Apocalypse)

Mew-Mew closed his eyes, and I felt his life slip away. He was too young, and I loved him too much and I wasn’t going to let some asshole in an SUV take him away from me. So I pushed his soul back into his body. I don’t know how I did it, but he started breathing again. I looked at the damage to his body and I knew he couldn’t stay like that. He asked me what was going on and I told him I wasn’t going to let him die.

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Six Sentence Sunday, Jan 8 (Not My Apocalypse) — 6 Comments

  1. I was thinking the same thing as Angela. I hope that her pushing his soul back doesn’t make things worse. And how does she push the soul back? This is a really good way to pull in a reader.

  2. Wow. Just wow.

    Because you’ve pulled off the feat of making the metaphysical thoroughly physical, kinesthetic… you GO.

    And in six sentences, no less.