This week’s six are from a story I started writing for an anthology about a machine that tells people how they’ll die. I of course missed the deadline, because I’m horrible with deadlines, but maybe I’ll finish this in case they decide to make a third anthology.
Adam finds out that his girlfriend has had her death told.
Two weeks later, he came home to find her packing. A slip of paper lay on the table: “Boredom.”
“I love you, Adam, but the machine is right,” she told him. “If I stay here, with you, I’ll die of boredom. I need to see the world, find someone who’ll let me have some fun. I’m sorry.”
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