New short story EXHALE

“I open the bowl and light the flame. The string of smoke rises. Her eyes go wide and she makes little cooing noises. I step back and let the smoke do its thing. Searching, sniffing the air. It strikes within seconds and, as it pulls that final breath out of her, I can see that it shines bright. It’s like a searchlight compared to Frank’s flickering candle.”
Jacob’s taking lives, one breath at a time.
They’re dying anyway, so it’s not really murder is it?

Read it here.

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