Kitchen Floor

Mortality and Destiny

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We all burn to dust at some point, then eventually blow away, scattered by the winds of fate. 

The forecast for me may predict the ruthless incinerator. 

These specters flaunt their uncouth lifestyle, dancing about my kitchen. Yet, I harbor no resentment; not really. This is a fate I’ve summoned on my own.

They urge me to confess my flaws, but I stand firm in my denial. Never. Never have I ever…

Until my last breath, I shall hold onto my truth. 

And in the afterlife, I will return, standing alongside my second creation, my progeny who brought me back to this existence.

Time for these vampires to depart,‘ the message transmitted through telepathy that he receives with a nod. 

Each bloodsucker meets their end here, unable to comprehend impeccable grammar and a hint of retaliation. 

They scatter like startled roaches. 

The world reciprocates, burning back with a fervor, extracting my life force as if my soul’s freedom hinges upon it. 

There’s nothing to fear.‘ The source says

Uncertainty is inseparable from the future, and we actively seek and need the potential demise of this scenario. 

They persist in taking. 

lying and fortifying their actions behind their fences. 

Yet, in the wake of awareness, 

my son by my side calls in the crackles and sirens to tame the chaos. 

Peace comes and I thank him.

There are many ways to skin a soul, but this…

This is not one of them.

Kitchen Floor: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime Writer
Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.