“Plaintive Cries” / Memorable Fancies #2795

[“And death that advances / With little plaintive cries, / Dancing its odd dance.” – Michel Houellebecq]

I had imagined a gaunt old man with a scythe, moaning at me.

But not this.

I had imagined a thinkfast moment, knife or gun suddenly drawn.

But not this.

I had imagined many other endings; some heroic, some pathetic …

But not this.

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