Last Line Blogfest

Here is my contribution to the Last Line blogfest, hosted by Lilah Pierce.

From Roulette, it's short, but not so sweet.

Something seemed vaguely wrong about that statement, but spots floated overhead as the ceiling faded in and out. In the distance I heard angry epithets in Polish, and male grunts, but felt no more pain.

In fact, I felt nothing: no pressing weight from above, no hand over my neck. Death was going to come peacefully.

Or maybe it already had.


I apologize up front; I'm out of town (completely--blissfully--internetless), and I will not be able to read through and comment on everyone's snips. I hate to miss them!