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SUBJECT: Writing Prompt - OMO
DATE: 01/09/2019
"person B knowing they're going to die within the next 30 seconds, but instead of calling for help, they phone person A & carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong... making sure that B tells A how much they love them"
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Leo took a step back, and looked down. Blood seeped through his shirt, staining his chest a dark crimson.
Reality crept in, through the gaping wound... that made his body collapse onto the grass.
...
As Leo waited, for the inevitable & impending death, he thought of many things.
He thought of his brother.
He thought of his friends
He thought of his wife.
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SUBJECT: Writing Prompt - OMO
DATE: 01/09/2019
The last minute of his life, he decided, wouldn't be spent hurting the people he loved. He knew he wouldn't make it... And he accepted it.
Before he died, he had to say goodbye.
He reached into his pocket, desperate... running out of time.
The phone rang.
...
Hello?
"Hey, uh... hey August," Leo trembled "It's Leo"
"Oh, hi baby. You had a good day at work?"she asked.
"I, um, I've had better"