About three weeks ago my Twitter serial “World Enough and Time” was published by the wonderful 7×20. I’ve embedded it in it’s entirety below.
Would I still recognize her? Would she, me? The door. A figure, backlit by the setting sun. And I know. She’s a resurrection walking.
— Seven By Twenty (@7×20) July 25, 2016
“Back then …”
“Don’t,” she says.
“You know that’s not who I am anymore.”
I shrug, take her frozen hand. “I need a good catastrophe.”
— Seven By Twenty (@7×20) July 26, 2016
We were young back then, inevitable. Disaster followed fast. So we lived faster. But there was only so long we could run. Back then.
— Seven By Twenty (@7×20) July 27, 2016
“I’m sorry I didn’t save you.”
“There’s still time to save yourself.”
My hand, the wisps of her hair, her rotting flesh.
“You are,” I say.
— Seven By Twenty (@7×20) July 28, 2016
I fall into Ada’s hollow eyes; she puts her mouth on mine. I pull the reaper tight. And my heart beats as my own for the last time.
— Seven By Twenty (@7×20) July 29, 2016
I kinda based Ada on the myth of the sluagh, and I think knowing that adds a little extra sadness to the story, but your call if you want to read what’s at the link.
Also – and maybe a little obviously if you’re a fan of classical English poetry – “world enough and time” (and the middle tweet, kinda) is lifted from “His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell. Of course, his poem is about a dude really wanting to bang a lady who isn’t that into him, while mine’s about an old man inviting death in the form of his lost love. I’ll let you decide who gets to keep the claim to the title from here on out.