What can YOU say in six sentences?
A lone hawk watched me walk down the street, perched at the top of a bare tree, and I knew that death would touch me. It was a sinking feeling, my guts sliding into my shoes an organ at a time. I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't ignore me, uninterested in the field mice that skittered through the tall grass that grew unchecked on the vacant lots where houses were once imagined. "Who are you here for?" I whispered as I thought back to every last conversation, instantly checking off those that ended with kind or selfless words. Death seems most interested in claiming souls weighted with untold confessions. I watched him for a reaction as each name dashed across my brain, but he granted me no telling gesture before spreading his wings and leaving me behind.