Hello my dear readers
This week I have a short story that I feel very sentimental about.
I’ve always been a bit of an odd one, according to my mom. The poor old lady struggled to make sense of her weird daughter.
I’m under no illusion that many many shifts happened in people, perspectives and perceptions the past 40 years at least. I do however stand amazed where I started on my life journey.
Death is very much one of those perspectives I’ve had.
I’ve never been freaked out by it. I think most of our beliefs and perspectives regarding death are inherited from those in our nurtured years.
On my journey I’ve come to realise that death is, when WE give up our lives. Life is not ripped away from us. It’s not what happens when a deity needs a flower for their garden or some other disconcerting comfort that’s handed to grieving families.
Murder is different. (I don’t have an opinion on murder yet.) Even though those in energy circles will not agree. That is however outside the scope of my story.
Anyways, when I came to the realisation that the power of taking our last breath and ultimate death, is up to us, I wondered if one can really do that. And hypothesized how it could be.
That’s how Appointment To Die was born.
I’ve already had ideas how I could use Susan from this story in future stories. I look forward to explore that a bit more.
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That’s it for now.
Thank you for reading.
Sending love from my house to yours.
Anne
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