Eternity was for the gods, he had decided, not for
tourists like himself who simply wandered through
unmeasured time for their own gratification. Perhaps he
could have had a life with greater meaning if he had
been forced to live it under the natural constraints that
all others faced. Time, he had realized too late, became
much more precious when it was finite. Wondering for
one last moment whether what lay before him would be
eternal damnation at Muriel’s side or the purifying light
of Christ’s salvation; he flicked the switch and set free
the cleansing fire.
David Crerand enjoys telling stories and has been writing as a hobby
for many years. He has been published in Lost Worlds, Crossroads,
and Dogwood Tales. His work on The Village comes from a concept
piece that involves a series of stand-alone stories based on vampires
whose lives are crafted after occupations of typical medieval residents.
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