It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die, and by dying, live. Alonso returned last night: a bittersweet reunion. In the Hall of Souls the Headsman waits in silence as we draw lots, each harboring hope and dread in equal measure.
This post was made – from my cell phone while lying supine with a thrown-out back – in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:
In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.
Christine Hanolsy 
This is beautiful. Hope you heal up quickly.
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I’m with Draug 😉
but I always love your work because it’s crisp, tight and it makes me warm, cold and thoughtful all at once.
have you feeling my friend? Need a heating pad? FEEL BETTER XO
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This is impressive. 🙂
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hope and dread in equal measure ❤
Sorry for your posture, but your writing isn't suffering! Hope you feel better soon, Christine!
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I always love your work.
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The feeling is mutual. 🙂
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