Writing for Jayna's Fifty-Word Short Story Challenge.
A New Name
Eighteen weeks. Kosh still lives on my arm where he dug in, holding onto dear life. I see him there, fear wide in his eyes.
“Eviscerated.” The doctor’s face held no hope. There would be no salvation. A new name was read from the Book of Life.
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