Everyone Dies

By Jean Davis

Death lurks in the choices we make.

Alex is awarded the best birthday present ever, a full exclusive weekend pass to the Spindle, a space station high above the Earth. There, everyone is healthy, the food is real, and there are even living trees. Being one of the chosen will set him and his family up for life, but in winn

• Language: English
• Publisher: StreamlineDesign LLC
• Release date: Jan 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798985081473

Jean Davis

Jean Davis lives in West Michigan with her musical husband, two attention-craving terriers and a small flock of chickens. When not ruining fictional lives from the comfort of her writing chair, she can be found devouring books and sushi, weeding her flower garden, or picking up hundreds of sticks while attempting to avoid her yard's abundant snake population. Her focus is bringing strong, capable women to speculative fiction.

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EVERYONE DIES

A COLLECTION OF DARK TALES

JEAN DAVIS

All characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are fictional. No resemblance to any specific person, place or event is intended.

Everyone Dies

Copyright © 2023 by Jean Davis. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any way, including in print or electronic form, without the written permission of the author.

Interior art by Jean Davis

www.jeandavisauthor.com

ISBN-13: (print) 979-8-9850814-6-6

(ebook) 979-8-9850814-7-3

First Edition: January 2023

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Seven-year-old Sally Harper slipped out of her sleeping bag and pulled her mother’s sweatshirt over her pajamas. She scrunched the long sleeves up over her thin arms. Someday, she’d grow into it, she hoped, and be as pretty has her mother had been before she’d gotten sick. Sally felt for the zipper of the tent flap and then pulled down slowly. Inch by inch, she held her breath.

Off in the distance, her father and his girlfriend, Beth, talked by the fire, sparks flickering up in the darkness. Sally felt for the flashlight in her pocket, assuring herself that it was where she’d tucked it earlier. Stars twinkled overhead as she searched for the racing light of a meteor. Maybe it was too early yet. Dad said they wouldn’t be in the sky until long after bedtime.

She was seven, stupid Beth, and yes, she was perfectly old enough to stay up and watch the meteor shower. Sally stuck out her tongue in the direction of the fire. They just wanted to be alone, wanted her out of the way so they could do date stuff. Gross.

Sally glanced back at the tent flap hanging open. Beth would yell at her for letting bugs in if she didn’t close it and if they glanced back and saw it open, they’d know she was up long after bedtime. There would be yelling about that too. She carefully worked the zipper back down to the dewy grass and wiped her wet hands on her pajama pants.

As she crept past the picnic table, firelight caught a half-full wine bottle next to an empty one. The marshmallow bag was still open and sitting out from when they’d toasted them earlier. She snuck three out of the bag and slipped them into her other pocket. If Dad wanted alone time with Beth, he’d get it. She would find somewhere else to watch the meteor shower.

Sally eyed the scattered pine trees and the rocky field of their off-road rustic campsite. Stupid Beth had thought it was romantic even though it didn’t have a real bathroom. They’d been driving around in the truck, the three of them crammed into the front seat, her between them as they made silly faces at each other, for four days now. When would this vacation be over? The only good thing about it was the meteor shower and that being in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where there was a whole lot of nothing but trees and rocks and more trees, the sky was really dark. She could see more stars than she’d ever seen from their backyard.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the silhouette of her dad kissing Beth. They weren’t even watching for meteors. That was the whole point of being here! Filled with disgust, Sally marched through the trees toward higher ground where she could get a better view far away from the moany-groany sounds by the fire.

She clutched the flashlight but didn’t dare use it for fear she might be seen. The twinkling stars offered just enough light that she could pick her way through the field of tall grass. By the third time she’d stubbed her toes on a hidden rock, she decided she’d gone far enough. The scattered trees hid most of the view below, but she could still pick out the light of the fire to make her way back later.

Sally settled in with her back against a big rock, tipping her head to rest on the top of it to gaze at the night sky. She could see all the way around her, the stars going on forever. The longer she stared at the tiny lights, the more of them she could see. It was beautiful, she thought to herself as she popped a stolen marshmallow into her mouth. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

A thin blaze of light arced across the sky. She gasped. A real meteor. And Dad and Beth were missing it.

Minutes later, two more sped overhead. And then another. Sally grinned, chewing on her second marshmallow. She didn’t dare blink for fear of missing the show.

They came in twos and threes, racing across the sky. Sometimes they were close together, sometimes like strangers going to the same place but keeping their distance. Her imagination ran wild, wondering if the lights ever reached the ground and what they might do there, or if they continued onward, racing through the sky forever.

She reached for her last snack but her fingers fumbled as she pulled it from the large pocket. The marshmallow fell into the grass. Sally felt around, but couldn’t find it. She tore her gaze from the sky and slipped the flashlight into her hand, pulling it up into her sleeve to keep the shining light dim. She’d just located the missing marshmallow when the light seemed to grow impossibly brighter. Dad was sure to notice. Panicked, she turned off the flashlight. The light still grew brighter. Her father must be using the big light he kept in his truck to search for her. Sally huddled beside the rock, hoping to hide until she could make a run for the tent. If she could make it back to her sleeping bag, she wouldn’t get in trouble.

Her heart pounded. The light was so bright it made her eyes hurt. She looked up, expecting to see her father’s angry face, but instead, the light swallowed her. A deafening explosion rocked the ground. She clamped her hands over her ears, but it was too late. The sound filled her head, echoing, pounding over and over until she thought her head would explode.

Surrounded by searing heat, Sally tried to scream but no sound came out. Her skin bubbled and blackened. She squeezed her eyes shut, not knowing if she even had eyes anymore. Everything was black.

And then suddenly, it wasn’t.

Sally opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt odd, odd in a way that she’d never noticed the feeling of her eyelids until just then. They were dry like paper, crunchy feeling. The heat she’d felt before was no longer painful but kept her warm like she’d been playing in the sand at the beach all day. She held out a hand, marveling at her blackened skin, cracked and bleeding, but without any pain. Tattered remnants of her mother’s sweatshirt and her pajamas had melted onto her flesh, becoming one with her cooling lava skin. That’s what it reminded her of, like one of the nature movies they’d had to watch in school. Cooling lava. Black on the outside, red-hot on the inside.

The thundering explosion had faded from her ears and now she could hear her father calling for her. Beth’s shrill voice yelled her name from farther away. Sally called out, but her voice was muffled like she had a mouth full of marshmallows. Warm liquid dribbled from her lips. She reached up and wiped it away.

As she took a step toward her father’s voice, her foot knocked into a cracked, hollow stone. The inside glistened. Fascinated, she poked a finger inside the stone that was as big as the large marble from the set Beth had tried to teach her how to play. The stupid game had made her thumb hurt.

The liquid in the rock felt like