(TFT) SOLO III, 001

["David Michael Grouchy II" <david_michael_grouchy_ii@hotmail.com>]

SOLO III
Demon world
Part 001

  You wake up.  Candle light and a young lady crying.  She has a knife held 
up next to her face.  Her left hand is patting your chest.  It feels sticky 
and damp.
  Her left hand reaches up and takes some of her own hair.  Stretching it 
out she cuts it with the knife.  She takes the hair and places it on your 
chest, gently patting it down.  You may be bleeding.  The cut hair is 
matting into the wound.
  The candle is on your right, she on your left.  The roof overhead is a 
cut stone vault.  You are laying on your back with no shirt on, bare stone 
underneath you.  Skulls flicker in recessed niches along the walls.
  You want to speak, lick your lips and they feel moist and alive.  ''Who 
are you?'' you ask.  Your own voice sounds old and alien to you.
  She sniffs and holds back a sob.  This eminently sad face turns to you.  
Eighteen and streaked with tears, red puffy eyes like she has been crying 
for hours.  She says the strangest thing you have ever heard.
  ''That was the last potion uncle.  You cant come back from the dead 
again.'' She slides the knife up the left sleeve of her ragged dress and you 
hear a click.  With both hands she takes you by the shoulder and helps you 
to sit up.
  You know you are a very old man.  Almost a hundred years.  But your hands 
look younger.  Maybe forty, or thirty.  You realize you dont know your own 
name.  This is a tomb.  At your feet is an empty glass bottle trimmed in 
gold wire.  You look at the girl in the candle light.
  ''Who am I?'' you ask.

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