“I’ve always been attracted to the idea of ghosts being memories frozen in time, that a psychological haunting can be just as terrifying as a supernatural one.”
- Ed Gass-Donnelly
The Dalliance Funeral Home was in the heart of Genetrix City. It had been built after the Third World War when the masses of bodies were brought home. Fable stared at it as he leaned against his car. He watched all the high ranking officials walk in, like they were going to an awards ceremony. Tale’s wife had insisted that his funeral reception was the third anniversary of their marriage.
Focusing on the building before him, Fable ignored the crowded event inside. The building reminded him of his old school. It was a one story red brick funeral home with a flag by the double doors and the sense that the building had been thrown together as quickly as possible to get the bodies where they needed to be on time.
Fable looked away from the building and down at his body. He was a small man; he worked out, but he was only able to cover his bones with lean muscle. The only part of him that gained any weight was his stomach that hung over his belt. He had tattoos on his chest and right arm to make up for his small stature.
That day, all of it was covered by his decorative military uniform. Fable had never felt so small. He took off his watch and rolled up his sleeve, exposing thirty tiny silver chain link tattoos he had put around wrist after he killed Tale.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.