It is the first day of November, and so, today, someone will die.
The screaming was over. Just a few whimpers and moans, now.
Indira clung to the teachings about karma, reincarnation.
“The eyes of an old soul,” whispered the midwife.
Yes, she considered, but whose?
This is my response to the following prompt from Trifecta:
In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.