Last week, someone reminded me of an old friend. Her name pops up every now and then, and so, by popular demand…
By Popular Demand (109 words)
Angelique sat on the porch rail, the ridged column pressing uncomfortably into her back. Across the street, the door opened, and a child ran onto the lawn.
“Do I have to visit her?”
Claire tucked a curl behind Angelique’s ear. “It’s your assignment, dear.”
“But it hardly seems fair. Take the old man.” Angelique nodded toward the door behind her. “He’s tired. He’s ready.”
“It isn’t for us to decide who stays and who goes. It’s only our job to make it more bearable.” Claire pressed her lips to Angelique’s creased forehead. “Death rarely comes by popular demand. We really wouldn’t want it to, when you think of it.”
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