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“Old Habits” by Frances Pauli
3429 words
There’s no life like the afterlife, but there are some things only the living can offer. A wry tale of what could lay beyond this mortal coil.Here’s a sample of the writing:
"The cowboy crossed in the open, an old habit, not any more necessary than the twin revolvers hanging low around his hips. He only kept them for the memories. One hand still hovered over each polished butt, and he still imagined his spurs jangling as he moved, heard the faint echo of a lifetime of chink, chink, chink in his steps.
This particular saloon wasn't much. He spat again before pushing through swinging doors that were just a hair off kilter. Even the conversations inside were muted, the voices somehow subdued by the ominous and continuous presence of death. Not too different from the old days to be honest, but the afterlife carried a depressing and lackluster aura with it, a cheap facsimile only simulating real life."
I'm not sure what tomorrow will be other than later on.
