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Rated: E · Short Story · Paranormal · #2169657
A fill in the blanks submission prompted by BubblegumJones
Once upon a time there was a man who could see the soul of every single person he met. Every day, he would glance at a person, solitary in the knowledge that he could see just how bright or dark a person’s soul had become. One day, as he walked along a rain-soaked sidewalk, he watched a lone passerby. His eyes were down. He made a habit of not staring. Just because he could see people’s souls didn’t mean he wanted to always see them. Because of this, he saw a reflection in a puddle ahead of him. His subconscious told him there was something out of the ordinary. He looked up and gasped.

He stuttered. He tried to yell, to say something, but instead felt his heart begin to tighten. He shivered; he could not stop staring. Until finally the person before him spoke.

“Ah, so you see then?”

He still could not speak so he nodded his head. He saw. He saw everything as crystal clear yet truly saw nothing at all. The figure before him was simply an outline. A husk. No soul existed between the bowler hat atop the man’s head down to his highly polished wingtip shoes.

“You know too much of course.”

The man who sees souls gulped. Then sighed. “I have seen all I wanted to see. Take what you will.”

And Death took all.
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