THE PARISH – CHAPTER THREE

November 20, 1800

The Parish

0:02,
I flicker like a flame. And they smother me out. I rise like smoke as air leaves my lungs. I taste ash on my tongue.

0:34,
As I burn away, I see red. And then I see nothing.

1:08,
A black forest blossom. Death dangles from trees. A sickly sickle moon shadows the leaves.
I see teeth. I’m ripped open.
Teeth as they swallow my soul. Teeth as they eat me whole.
Howling, they turn me to sand. The entirety of me cascades through their hands.

2:49,
Lightning shatters the sky, and maybe I die. Because earth shakes beneath my feet and I slide through the cracks.

3:12,
My brittle bones, charred, are strewn across the floor. The room heaves with the horde.

3:15,
I hear the moans. An anthem of groans as death slithers between the floor boards.

3:59,
I’m hauled from under the mound of bodies. Glass and gravel shard my skin. Lulled by the sound of the lifeless, they drag me to the street.

4 minutes.

EMMA IRVINE

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