ManyWriters

On the third day after my death, the police dialed Vivienne's number: "This is the forensics department of the police station. Our condolences, the body matches your boyfriend's description..."
She was lounging in her new lover's arms, eating cherries. Her languid voice came through, wrapped in static.
"Fintan? We broke up ages ago. Just cremate him or whatever."
As the incinerator consumed the last bit of my skin, the on-duty officer called again.
"Miss Langdon, we need a family member to sign for the urn."
"What a hassle." She rushed to the funeral home, trampling on my ashes, her crystal nails tapping on the ceramic container.
The next moment, she actually scattered my ashes!
"Still putting on an act, aren't you? Aren't you tired?"

Ex-girlfriend Scattered My Ashes

Although ghosts had long lost their heartbeats, that sound felt so real it was as if it could shatter ribs.


"Fintan, look," Britta suddenly spoke to the air, her voice so soft it seemed afraid to disturb the dust. "He's wet himself."


I followed her gaze. Levi was slumped on the ground, a dark stain spreading across his pants.


"Vivienne..." Levi suddenly snarled towards the gallery, yanking me back from my memories.


He lunged at us with bloodshot eyes. "You promised to marry me! You said you'd..."


The bailiff's baton struck the back of his neck, sounding just like the steel pipe that thug he hired used to break my leg three years ago.


Vivienne stepped out of the shadows, wrapped tightly in a black coat with a white rose pinned to the collar.


Her voice was colder than the metal drawers in a morgue. "Now you're afraid of dying?"


My stomach suddenly churned like a stormy sea.


Chapter 9