draliman on life

Here is my story for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story, conceived and hosted by Barbara Beacham. We are given a sentence to start us off, plus a picture. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story below.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy. My story this week is a little bit gruesome! I blame the photo :-).

Copyright B W. Beacham

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.

Well, “injured” is putting it mildly. I’ve been dead for days, but here I lie, waiting for… whatever. Maybe they’ve forgotten about me?

What’s that damn vulture up to now? Here it comes, right on my face. Great. There goes the other eyeball. I hope you choke on it, you stupid bird. Now I can’t see anything at all.

What happened to the chorus of angels? What happened to the bright light? Come to think of it, how will I even see the bright light with no eyeballs?

What’s that now I hear? Howling? Well, that’s just bloody brilliant, that is. Wolves. Marvellous. Here they come. At least they’ve scared the vulture away, the bastard. Yes, that’s it, feast on my intestines. No shoving, there’s enough for everyone. Bollocks.

Not that I have either of those left. The vulture had them yesterday.

Hello? Hello? Angels? Anyone? Is there anybody up there…?