youre dead and i killed you
Happy Sample Sunday! Today I’m going to share something I should have shared weeks ago. The multi-talented Pablo D’Stair put together an anthology of short stories, written by various indie authors. The stories and writing styles are as diverse as they are entertaining. I was honored when Pablo invited me to share a piece of my own work. While I don’t normally write short pieces of fiction, I did have a short – and by that I mean quite short – piece that I’d written not long before. The scene had popped into my mind from nowhere in particular. I thought that, at some point, I might use it as a launching point for a novel. I still might. For now, though, this short piece stands on its own within this anthology.
Have I mentioned that I’m going to give away one print copy of this anthology? No? How could I have forgotten that! This book is called youre dead and i killed you: a conversational anthology of crime, noir, and murder
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Now, back to Sample Sunday. As I said, my piece within this anthology is short. I hope you enjoy.
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Wilted Brown Eyes
I’ve never accidentally killed someone. That’s the thought I have as I step around the bed and peer down at him. His eyes are open but I can tell he doesn’t see anything. He’s lying on his back, framed by the edges of the black and crimson rug I’d bought to hide the wine stain on the hardwood floor. The blood leaking from his head gets lost in the crimson, making it hard to tell where the carpet ends and his blood begins.
I ease closer, looking for signs of life. His chest isn’t moving.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look into his unblinking eyes. They’re brown. But saying he has brown eyes is really not telling the story at all. Brown can be dark and rough like old tree bark or light and soft like a new leather jacket. Brown has so many variables. It’s really not a color of its own but more of a category. His eyes are a wilted brown, like they’ve been left in the sun too long. Little dots of green brighten them, making me think of a crisp fall morning, before winter settles in and kills off that last bit of life.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.
I always loved his eyes. The first time we met, he’d handed me a glass of champagne and said, “Hello. My name is Jake.”
“You have amazing eyes,” I’d said. Just like that. Words spilling from my mouth untethered.
Now Jake’s eyes stare up at the ceiling. The blood has stopped drizzling from that awful gash on the side of his head. His blood is on the nightstand. All over the sharp corner. Dripping off the edge.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.
I sit for what might be a long time or might be a few seconds. Jakes’ eyes won’t look back at me ever again.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.
Does it matter, really, if the act is intentional? Killing someone means they are dead, regardless of intent. Dead is dead. Right?
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.
I shake off this mantra I’ve been reciting in my head. Whether I’ve ever accidentally killed someone is of no importance. I killed Jake. And it wasn’t an accident.
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The other stories within this anthology are not quite so short. I’m honored to be a part of this anthology. The talent there is spectacular. This book is available on Amazon. And it’s cheap! Take a look:
This one has some stories and authors that you won’t want to miss. In the meantime, don’t forget to leave a comment, along with a valid email address, for your chance to win a print copy of youre dead and i killed you: a conversational anthology of crime, noir, and murder
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Thanks for reading!