Fiction Friday

“I am dying so slowly it looks like I’m living.”
His eyes landed quickly on my face, but I had my eyes on the path ahead, the sinuous curve of it stretching deeper into the forest.
It shouldn’t have felt good to say, but something about saying it out loud to a stranger brought with it a sense of relief.…
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