Death's Last Days with the Dying is a drabble spinoff of I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me and Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories).
Time, Tommy thought he'd always have. Plentiful like drops of November rain. Countless like twinkling stars.
When he crossed paths with Martha in their office's corridor that sunny morning, all that came out of his mouth was a quick “Hello”.
No spilling from his river of curiosity lingering in his mind for so long. No wave from his ocean of romantic poetry flowing in his mind whenever he imagined Martha's diamond eyes and carnation lips. No drop of lust in sight. No ripple of love from his world of secrecy.
He kept it all inside because, Tommy thought, of time.
Tommy envisioned: one step at a time, one day, one hour, one minute, and even one ridiculous second. The little grains would pile up someday to build a castle and herald the arrival of Madame Lucky. Until then, he remained a captive of Captain Cowardice.
“Hello, Tommy,” Martha smiled at him when they happened upon each other at the corridor in the afternoon once more.
His legs froze and his lips only gave way to a tiny beam. Her eyes turned to a window of gray clouds. Their afternoon ended in awkward silence. She walked away. He missed their forever.