If you are killed instantly you think of nothing before the fact.

When you have time to reflect however, what are you supposed to think about?

I am about to die. It’s okay, don’t freak out. I’m not. I thought I would.

It’s a long story but a large fireball is going to incinerate my body at any moment.

I’m finding the longer my impending doom drags on the more I am concerned with what I should be thinking.

Quickly now. Family, friends and my life. Done. Thought about and appreciated.

Getting pretty damn warm in this tunnel. Now what?

(100 words)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

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July 10th, 2015

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