Greed/Ed. PG-13. 100 words. Angst.
They weren’t human, weren’t people.

He’d come back for information, to riffle through drawers and to search through books; to shake the house and see whose skeleton fell out of the closet. Find the bones of what they used to be, and what they wanted to be again.

They weren’t human, weren’t people. People mattered. People cared, people cried, people loved. Beyond the labels of Envy, Lust, Gluttony, outside their existence as tangible sins, they were nothing. They couldn’t be.

He stood on the pointless grave he’d dug. Staring at the blank tombstone, he thought about who could have loved the man with Greed’s face.


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