Flash Fiction: Reunion

“See? Death is not the end, my friend,” he says. “Oh, to be a soul free of memory again!”

Holding my ball, I stare at his mark of immortality.

He looks to Tasha. “This reunion is decades premature. Go play with her…  You’ve been best friends forever.”



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