Searcher
For DK's Keep It One Hundred Challenge
One hundred miles according to my GPS. Fitting. She's been gone a hundred days. I have proof here on my arms. One cut per day. A hundred inch long scars. Each a promise. It's almost midnight. 11:58 p.m. Time for one hundred and one.
Fumbling in the console I pull out my razor knife. 11:59 p.m. Pulling over to the edge of the dark, empty road, I pull out my lighter. Flicking it I gaze for a moment at the flame. Orange, yellow, blue ... I tear my gaze from the little dancer and slice the sharp edge of the razor into her core. The flame parts then recoalesces, enveloping the steel. Heat transfers to the razor's edge as it does to my own molten rage.
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For the challenge prompt and info: https://vocal.media/writers/keep-it-100-challenge
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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