It's Great to be Alive

Avatar Author: Ford Dent Ford's name isn't actually Ford, but for the purpose of discussion we'll assume it is. He's not published anywhere, not yet. He will probably claim to still be unpublished after the fact so as to keep a hold on his stre... Read Bio

It took several hours for the young man to wake up. With a jerk he realized that he had, obviously, been tended to by the very man he’d come to beg help of.

“You’ve probably got internal bleeding. I doubt you’ll last all that long.” The old man was frowning at him over spectacles that had seen better days. The old man himself seemed like he’d seen better days too, so it was a good match.

Oh, right. He was dying, probably. The reality of this hit suddenly, and the young man’s face crumpled into a sort of resigned frown. “Then it is imperative that I secure your help before I die.”

“Awfully mature for a youngster. You’ve taken the news of your impending death surprisingly well.” Something like respect entered the old man’s voice.

A wan smile was all the young man could muster at the comment. “The world’s about to end. I don’t think I had very long anyway, unless you help us.”

“As much as I hate to sound like a bad guy,” the old man said, not being completely honest, “I don’t see the point.”

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    I love that you have made the old man with such dry humor! You’ve also beautifully executed the description to dialogue ratio. :P I hope you continue this series because A) I want to know how the world is supposed to end here, and B) I want to know how they will save it.

  2. Avatar Ford Dent

    Oh ho, but who says we’re saving the world? The old man might get his way after all, if I cannot get the gumption to finish it.

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