“All that was, still shall be.”
Death drove her open hand into a rotting log and watched the wood fall away in a heap of ash. She produced a closed fist that, once opened, revealed an acorn. Death made a notch in the ash pile and tenderly tucked the acorn away before continuing through the woods.
Death came upon a rotting deer, and with an open hand, she stroked its fur. In an instant, the deer crumbled into ash. Death watched a moment.
“Don’t be shy.”
Coaxed from her loving words, a white rabbit crawled from the heap.
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Kaitlin Oster
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David Lynch MFA Program for Screenwriting with MIU, graduation 2023
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