asked to identify the body
fiction
edward w pritchard
Summoned to identify the body I discovered a foreign tattoo near the upper thigh. After the light was muted and the air was foul for an eternity until Exploding Vesuvius rearranged the landscape.
Watching the couching scientists sweep the ground and clean the bones with small brushes I strained to hear the reenactment of the theories and origins of said alleged tattoos.
Unable to breathe my blood boiled from the inside out.
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