Contributor: MARK SLADE - - I was lying face down on the beach tasting the sand mixed with salt water in my mouth from the ocean's waves repeatedly smashing me in the face. I opened my eyes to a blurred spiraling sun in the damning sky, sending shock waves to my brain. When my eyes finally focused correctly, I saw Alban lying beside me, dead. A puddle of crimson forming around a black hollow chasm that was once where his left eye had been. His otherwise smooth golden skin on his face had not a scar nor a blemish. He had a dark, ludicrous smile on his face. I started to rise and discovered the WW1 Colt .45 revolver firmly in my hand. I jumped up, dropping the gun. “No!” I screamed. I backed away, cursing at everything and everyone. It was happening again. This time, it was my turn. And I can't understand why God and the universe...

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Author: Mark Slade