Thursday, October 19, 2006

Epilogue

from Win a Whistle

26 May 2147

She sat on her porch watching the sun set, drinking a glass of sherry in quiet celebration of the one-hundred and ninety-sixth birthday of her father. She was one hundred and three years old, and very, very tired.
*Heather -*
She sat up as straight as her old spine could manage and gathered herself. She remembered that voice so well from when she was tiny and her father held her and told her stories. *Daddy?*
*I've come to get you, my darlin' girl. your work is finally finished here.*
She stood and held out her arms, eyes closed and a beatific glow to her face.
And Gaea took her into Her bosom.

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