I was in the mood to write a piece of short fiction, and I wanted to write something that would make Kelly Link proud of me. I don’t know if I accomplished it, but I wrote something nonetheless.
Samuel watched as the man’s heart burned white in his chest. And, as ever, he tried to convince himself that he was only doing what was right. What was just.
But he felt the tingle at the back of his skull—an unmistakable glee that he cringed away from. Most days.
The feeling had been fluctuating from shock to fear to strength to burden for the past few months, and it continued modulating in his mind even now. Still.
