He wasn’t afraid to die. He wanted it. He yearned for it. His body had long ago rotted away. He didn’t remember what it had looked like. He remembered the pain of the worms feasting on it, the feel of the crow’s beak that pecked out his eyes.

The Unseen

Joseph’s hands lifted his wife’s shirt off of her and smiled. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d made love. He pulled her close for a kiss as their daughter walked in.