Ten Lords Tumbling
by Kimberly Rei
The mall was three storeys tall, with a spacious central opening and a gathering area at the bottom.
The first man to crash down landed as the relentlessly joyful Christmas carol sang “a partridge in a pear tree.” We all stared in horror as verse after verse, another body fell. All men, each with a word attached to their chest.
Confusion scattered the screaming crowds. I saw him smile from above.
My truest love, he had claimed. I knew what the words would spell out: his response to my refusal.
“If you don’t marry me, my heart shall surely break.”
Kimberly Rei