I knew they would come for me one day.
But I didn’t know the day would come this soon.
There are still things I want to do.
Things I want to get done.
Things I want to try.
I’m not ready to go with them.
But they’re here.
Waiting for me outside the door.
Waiting for me to come out.
For me to come with them.
So I have to leave.
I guess I’ll see you another time.
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Categories: flash fiction