“Darn,” grumbled the piece of string. She wandered back outside, looped herself up and over then tattered her ends up. While straightening her tie she walked back in.
Reala eyed her with suspicion. “Aren’t you the piece of string I threw out a moment ago?”
Doris, 84, shocked to death by an electric blanket. She’d come in with black marks and burns across her face and body. Presumably, day shift had made her passingly presentable.
She didn’t notice the blood under the counter. Or the grin forming on Doris’ face.
She noticed a rustle when Doris sat up, but by then it was too late.
“What’s up there?” asked Hydra. “At the end of the road.”
“I’m not sure,” replied Yuffie. “We’ve never seen a god, but it’s possible one or many exist.”
“Do we go there as well?” asked Hydra.
“Eventually,” replied Yuffie. “Everyone dies.”
“I hope there’s sorbet,” pondered Hydra.
“That’s heaven is it?” asked Yuffie. “A place filled with ice cream?”
“Yeah,” replied Hydra. “That and all of the dogs that you’ve ever loved licking you awake every morning.”
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“I took you with me,” continued Yuffie. “Imprinted your image on the minds of a vast number of artists, creatives, dreamers and children in the living world. You grew to your current size. A giant idea, thought and memory. A part of the little girl that continues to survive.”
“What was I to the girl?” asked Hydra. “A dream? A toy? Hope or fear?”
“I don’t know,” replied Yuffie. “I just wanted something of her to live on after her death.”
“You’ve always taught me everything needs to end,” said Hydra. “Life, journeys, fame, books, love and the careers of politicians.”
“I know,” said Yuffie. “I’m sorry Hydra.”
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