Orpheus - Haunting the Dead.pdf - Dice

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
“Tell them or I will!” Dennison said.
Kleck had that flash in his eyes again, but Dennison
apparently had him somehow pinned. He gritted his
teeth and nearly spat, “Go ahead. You explain to
Orpheus.”
Dennison turned to the shaky trio that remained
and baldly, plainly announced, “You’re dead.”
Jobe’s big brow furrowed, enhancing his vague
resemblance to an ape. “You mean, like we’re too
tired?”
“No,” Kleck shouted, as if speaking louder would
somehow make him clearer, “Deceased! Dead! Gone
to meet your makers! Just like the parrot in the Monty
Python sketch, you fucking idiot! And you’ve been
playing out your last day, over and over, for about a
month!”
Dizzy, Shutty ran, not for the door but for the
window, pressing her face against it. She was comforted
that she could still feel its coolness against her cheek.
Trying to shake Kleck’s words loose from her head, she
pulled slightly back.
The SUV was in the street again, making its sad
rush for the green light, and in the dust, one after
another, one atop another, were the shapes of dozens
and dozens of hands, all with fingers, palms, and prints
identical to her own.
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