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It is dark and windy outside. I am lying in my bed, slowly and painfully dying from hunger. My frail body is getting lighter every second, my mind is blurry and my emaciated limbs are trembling from desperation. I wish I were able to kill myself to stop this agony but I do not have strength anymore. It is five minutes to midnight: if only I could last a little bit longer…

I close my weary eyes and descend into the abyss.

The cuckoo clock strikes twelve. Tomorrow has finally arrived. Life is beautiful again.

My diet is officially over.

5 comments add one below

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    Olga Klezovitch almost 8 years ago

    From "When It Dribbles, It Drabbles" Kindle book

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    Julie almost 8 years ago

    Great drabble. Loved the ending.

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    Sara Light-Waller over 7 years ago

    I think I've lived this one! lol Well done!

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    Olga Klezovitch over 7 years ago

    Sara, I am happy that you survived "your" diet because my story ending can be interpreted both ways...

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    Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

    Such a neat, complete piece. A joyous smile of an ending. Thanks.

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